The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.
I look down from the 3rd floor in the early morning hours as the big city begins to stir. It has a life of its own, a rhythm, a pulse, this city that I am but a guest in.
I watch a man, perhaps younger than myself, push a cart laden with bottles and cans. He stops to check the dumpster and makes a selection of a handful of items.
I wonder if anyone misses him. I can’t imagine what his life is like compared to mine.
What happened that made him fall through the cracks…
a perfect time to reflect on the year.
Let the dawns
let the sunsets
let the evenings
while I lean into
the abyss of my being
Joyce Rupp Winter’s Cloak
I love the starkness of a winter landscape when the trees are laid bare.
I love the extra time in the mornings to look at the night sky.
I love the feeling of solitude that comes with ours being the only tracks on a blanket of fresh snow.
For those celebrating the Winter Solstice, I hope your day is filled with peace, love, and joy.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
A bright spot in the month of October. The early morning light casts a glow on the ash tree, still vibrant in its full fall foliage.
I take time to enjoy it every day for soon the winds of winter will come.
The branches will be swept clean and the landscape will ready itself for winter’s palette of frost and snow…
and was filled with great moments.
Life rarely presents fully finished photographs. An image evolves, often from a single strand of visual interest – a distant horizon, a moment of light, a held expression.
Yesterday was one of those perfect photographic days that for me was so centering.
It started out with a photo shoot of one of my absolute favorite subjects…dogs. The energy was great, the dogs exuded canine joy, and there was even a little break in the constant rain that couldn’t have been better timed.
As the sun began to sink lower on the horizon, cirrus clouds appeared and I had another treat following my theme for the day…parhelia or sundogs.
Jumping in my Jeep I headed off to see what might develop as the hexagonal ice plates drifted high in the sky, nearly horizontal to the horizon.
As I watched, a circumzenithal arc appeared above the sundogs, lasting only for a brief moment. I shot from several different angles and in today’s shot thought that I’d throw out that you don’t always have to have a straight horizon, sometimes it’s fun to deliberately tilt the camera, Dutch tilt, more often used in cinematography.
Life is about moments and today was filled with them.
Where will you find yours this week-end?
The deeper the blue becomes, the more strongly it calls man towards the infinite, awakening in him a desire for the pure and, finally, for the supernatural… The brighter it becomes, the more it loses its sound, until it turns into silent stillness and becomes white.
This week I felt the first brush of winter and it sent me rushing outside to attempt the first “frozen” of the season.
All around me I hear mutterings from people mourning the loss of summer but all I can think of is…soon.
This season brings with it a partnership with nature and I can’t wait to see what creations I can capture.
I’m ready…bring it!
will your photography suggest or state?
One very important difference between color and monochromatic photography is this: in black and white you suggest; in color you state. Much can be implied by suggestion, but statement demands certainty… absolute certainty.
Fall has arrived and with it an abundance of beautiful landscape opportunities. There’s a certain comfort that comes with feeling at ease with your camera and confident that you will capture the image that you’re looking for.
I know what kind of images draw me in and I will be watching for those little moments amidst the explosion of colors in the foliage.
Mine won’t be the sweeping panoramas with tamarack ablaze with yellow.
Nor will they be a sea of red from the maples.
Lately I find myself in unfamiliar territory though, so rather than fight it I’m just letting it go where it may.
I’m talking about color. I know that winter will bring me back to my love of monochromatic but every journey has twists and turns and much like this river I’m just going to go with the flow.
can be as simple as losing focus.
The modern artist… is working and expressing an inner world – in other words – expressing the energy, the motion, and other inner forces.
Much is made of “tack sharp” imagery in photography and how to achieve the sharpest of detail.
Yet, in the world of photoshop and beyond, there are a myriad of filters to plop over your image to change it into something else.
I’m still holding firm that the image should be created with intention in the camera itself. I think that it is the only way to truly develop a body of work that you are connected to.
I was recently asked to participate in an upcoming exhibit that will be showcasing photographers with distinctive styles. That to me was a huge compliment.
The image above is one that I painted with my camera. In other words, I used soft focus and the motion of the water to create an image that for me highlights the kokanee spawning.
It’s life and death drama with the males staking out the best “beds” for the females to lay their eggs. They defend these beds against other males and towards the end of the spawning it’s rather like two old boxers duking it out in the ring, clutching each other and too tired or injured to do more than go through the motions.
The next time you pick up your camera spend a little time thinking about what you want to say with your images. Play with your focus, your depth of field, change a lens!
I paint with my camera, what do you do?