Still attached to a day job. It pays the bills and has been a great asset in life.
When that is not occurring, I make photographic art in many forms....without adherence to any philosophical tyranny. Love to paint, mixed media 2D pieces at my leisure. Still working on some pieces that have evolved over a period of years. Art for me is not on the clock (mostly).
I found a dried spiny flower. It hung limp and yellow-brown. A shell of what once held color. The sun was illuminating its spines, helping it to decay back into the earth. Behind it, the lure of shadowed light values. When we get real close to these things, we can see those little worlds. They swirl about us. Under our feet. Over our heads, waiting to be discovered.
Today, I will not rush. It’s too easy to run headlong into the fray of need and want. And too much of anything creates the perception of redundancy and failure. All the while, we hold these precious worlds in our hands.
lensbaby/tube extension – one frame – Polar Coordinate/color shift/blending in Photoshop Elements/Topaz
It isn’t like you to leave with coffee on. So, I let myself in and turned off the pot…and poured myself a cup….with a little butter and cream, thank you. So good. But, where were you? Why in such a hurry? Looking around the room, I spied a half ripped page from your note pad by your land line. Funny, we were just talking about how old we are and how we won’t give up our land lines even though we have cell phones too. Are they still called cell phones? No matter I suppose. I could just make out the impression of what you wrote on the half-page you ripped out. “state and b st” ….in your perfect lettering…so unlike my scribbles. “In the city,” I mused. “But why? Is there some sort of emergency? It must be. You hate the city! Brings back too many memories.” So, it’s off to State and B Street.