Tuesday, February 7, 2017
I spent a morning at the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum with my friend Jacqueline and my Lensbaby Velvet 56. I did my best to channel my inner Kathleen Clemons, but orchids are hard people and I'm no Kathleen Clemons. It was a nice couple of hours and we're going to try to get back again. This is straight out of the camera and was shot wide open at f1.6. I love blur.
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
This is from a winter shoot at the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum with my friend, Jacqueline. The Arboretum was quiet and the air was clear. It felt good just to breathe. One of the things that I love about winter, in addition to the beautiful low light, is the quiet resolve of things once living. Plants and trees that hold on to their leaves or petals in spite of the cold and the wind. I feel there's something I can learn from their resolve.
Friday, January 20, 2017
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
There is a local restaurant that over the last couple of years has become a second home on weekend mornings. My daughter and I started going there every Saturday after our singing lessons. That expanded into occasional Sundays as well. The staff was always very warm and welcoming and were generous with their time as we often lingered, deep in conversation. They have become like a second set of brothers and sisters to me. I still go nearly every week, although it's a lonely experience without my daughter. There is comfort in the familiar there. Through the eyes of my camera last week, some ordinary things became beautiful to me.
Monday, January 16, 2017
There are times when ordinary things, seen in a new way, can be beautiful. Lines, curves, shadows, highlights, texture. I see the world a bit sideways - myopically hazy. My goal this year is to embrace my vision and take the risk of sharing as I explore ordinary things. I hope you will join me here.
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
14 weeks without a post and now a photo of a blanket? Really? Yes, really. Last week, during a family vacation, it struck me as I looked at this blanket in the soft morning light, how much of my identity has become wrapped up in this fabric. When I was in a nursing home for 3 weeks in 2014 after nearly losing my life and my left leg to sepsis, it was the only piece of home I had for those weeks. It brought me warmth and comfort, it soaked up my tears in the middle of the long and dark nights, it wrapped me and my daughter up when she crawled into my hospital bed with me to watch youtube videos during visits - I could go on and on. Even after I returned home, it continued to be attached to me. I hurt my back in 2009 and can no longer sleep laying down in a bed so when I sleep in my recliner this is the fabric that keeps me warm and whose weight makes me feel less vulnerable as I sleep. This photo reminds me that it's sometimes the simple and mundane things that are beautiful because of what they mean to you. Do you have something similar that maybe only you find beautiful and photo worthy? I would love to for you to share those things with me here.
Saturday, September 24, 2016
I'm not sure when my vision started to drift away from what some folks would consider the mainstream, but I think the time has come for me to stop being apologetic for the fact that I don't always see the world in the same way as others do. While my peers were shooting a beautiful sunrise through the fog on Lake Superior's Stoney Point, I drifted away and found a quiet spot. Their images are beautiful to be sure. My image is unmistakably my own...