
pattern [ˈpadərn]
a repeated decorative design
Nature tells us everything that we need to know if we take time to study it. This might be one of my favorite ice views, sculpted by bitter cold and intense winds. Well worth the icy fingertips…
pattern [ˈpadərn]
a repeated decorative design
Nature tells us everything that we need to know if we take time to study it. This might be one of my favorite ice views, sculpted by bitter cold and intense winds. Well worth the icy fingertips…
Choose only one master-nature.
Rembrandt
Some weeks are tougher than others and it’s hard to not take on what others may be going through. With that in mind today called for a road trip and as always we were not disappointed.
Some of you know me from my past life as a glass artist. My years of learning the technical side of product photography, when I had to photograph my glass for exhibit entries, reminded me of just how much I loved photography and nature, so I followed my heart and packed up my glass for good.
Today was a reminder of that past life after the right combination of wind and freezing temperatures created a glass sculpture like effect upon the shores of Waterton Lake in Alberta, Canada. Dale Chihuly is an American glass sculpture artist and much of his work lies in environmental artwork.
I remain in awe of what nature creates and today was one of those memorable ones that reminds me that it’s almost always about the water.
and coming back.
I wish that all of nature’s magnificence, the emotion of the land, the living energy of the place could be photographed.
Annie Leibovitz
This week has been a reminder of and an eye-opener to the scars that we bear.
This stand of trees still soars majestically skyward but bore not the brightly colored leaves of autumn, only blackened trunks and open wounds from the Kenow fire that swept through last year.
I find myself listening more and looking beyond the outer shells.
I find myself more willing to speak openly and wonder if that energy is being felt.
I find myself coming back.
if the rain will ever come.
No water, no life. No blue, no green.
Sylvia Earle
Summer draws to a close and seemingly everywhere the skies are filled with smoke from forest fires. Views like this one are fleeting, more often the mountains are hidden under a veil of smoke and ash.
Today more than ever it’s (almost always) about the water.