Anywhere…

the wind blows.

All the lessons are in nature. You look at the way rocks are formed – the wind and the water hitting them, shaping them, making them what they are. Things take time, you know?

Diane Lane

I love this time of year when the seasons change from day to day; one moment is fall, the next winter.

This was taken the morning of the Autumnal Equinox when the length of day and night was almost equal.

The rock lover in me could not get enough of these sandstone sculptures in this magical place.

Take time to get out in nature. I guarantee it will give you a new perspective on life.

Looking to find your voice…

in photography?

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.

Wassily Kandinsky

I’m not the kind of girl that falls for pastel shades of barely there color. If I’m going to stray from my beloved monochromatic it’s going to be with an intensely bold yet limited color palette.

It’s important to know what you like and to seek it out. One of the best ways to find your voice as an artist is to build some galleries of your work; group them and see how they fit together. Sometimes images fit together for unexpected reasons and others stand alone lacking any common thread. Look for commonalities in focal lengths, color, composition, and theme. What other things can you see that work together as a group? This is an extremely insightful exercise that can tell you a lot about yourself and the direction that you’re going.

Years ago I came to the realization that I couldn’t spend my creative time in a studio setting so I took the technical skills that I’d learned while photographing my kiln formed glass and headed outdoors. I credit a wonderful painter/mentor with forcing me to confront the landscape. It forever changed my direction in photography. (Thank you, Nan!)

Re-visit familiar places, photograph them again, and listen quietly for the voice of the landscape.

Falling…

through cracks.

DSC_2661-EditThe 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.

Vladimir Nabokov

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…

 

Winter Solstice…

a perfect time to reflect on the year.

DSC_2745-Edit-2-3Let the dawns

come late,

let the sunsets

arrive early,

let the evenings

extend themselves

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.

 

DSC_2815-2Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

Albert Camus

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…

 

 

My day went to the dogs…

and was filled with great moments.

dsc_3039-2Life 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.

Sam Abell

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?

Winter…

blues.

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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.

Wassily Kandinsky

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!