Photographs of sunsets are certainly ubiquitous. But, sometimes, the sight is so unbelievably beautiful, I can’t resist. True, there were sandhill cranes clucking all around, but in this one moment, the swirly pink clouds had me spellbound.
An autumnal companion to this spring reflection. I never tire of the play of light, color, and movement on the water. This image to me shines with all the intensity of a bright, sunny fall day, full of unbelievably intense color.
I keep adding lights to the studio – a necessity for the many, long, dark winter months ahead (if I want to work past 5pm). The latest is an LED strip to light up the last remaining black hole. I like that it looks like I’m lighting up a marquee, ready for showtime, because that is where I’m at these days…ready to rock.
Last week I got the chance to chaperone Sawyer’s 6th grade field trip. It was an ‘old-time’ affair called River Rendezvous, a temporary city of tents set up to demonstrate life in the 1800’s. We ended the day with a pottery demonstration.
Wheel throwing is something I can get completely lost in. I took a class once while I was in grad school – just for fun – and was instantly obsessed. Watching a vessel rise up and take shape as if conjured from the clay just never ceases to amaze me. I guess I’m not alone; even the antsy kids were spellbound.
One of my favorite parts of summer is my daily sunrise yoga practice at Lake Harriet. Friday morning was particularly glorious: a cool, late summer breeze, pink-tinged clouds, the lonely screech of sea gulls and clank of sailboat moorings. It was all so beautiful I had to pull out my iPhone to take a picture. I’m so glad I did. I want to remember that August morning long after the snow flies.
It was one of those desperate moments when I realize, just before crawling into bed, that I’ve forgotten to take a photo. (This seems to be happening with increasing frequency, unfortunately.)
In those moments, I try not to throw in the towel. No matter how tired I am, or how dark it is, or how really uninteresting my bedroom appears, I believe there is something to see. Some material for art-making to be found. I always grab my camera and start looking. Sometime while cursing under my breath.
Count on light, reflection, and shadow to come through in the clutch every time…