shadow play

227/365: shadows

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…

sweet dreams are made of this

At the end of a long day, there is nothing better than your own bed. This was the only photo I could muster after Saturday’s art fair  & just before collapsing onto freshly-washed sheets. It really is the little things…

189/365: bed

everyday still life

This feels like a good companion to a post I created during my last 365 project nearly two years ago: art of everyday life.

Nothing is more intimate (and more overlooked) than the objects we handle every day. These stalwarts exude a simple beauty, weathering the rituals of our days and bearing the marks of our journeys.

157/365: still life with plates & bowls

bittersweet (OOT: la crosse no. 3)

Sunday morning. A beautiful sunrise over the bluffs and the bittersweet end to our time away. The sweetness lies in knowing that the best adventure is the life we make together every day. No matter what, it is always good to come home.

101/365: sunrise, la crosse