that moment

Sometimes the dog is pulling your arm and you have an art fair in the morning and your son is scooping minnows in the creek, and you’re telling him it’s time to go and then the sunlight comes and hits a big tangle of dead forest undergrowth JUST SO and it all turns into a gestural scribble, a linear sculpture, a study of light & shadow. It’s nothing really. And, yet, it’s full of movement and life and death and struggle and some little bit of grace.

Sometimes all you get is that one moment, that one shot. And then it all keeps moving.

blog071115_branches188/365: sunshine on tangle of dead branches

paint it black

The deck make-over took over much of my time & energy last week. It isn’t really black but such a very dark gray that it still convey all of black’s modern swagger. It’s a dramatic transformation from the beat-up cedar finish and I couldn’t be happier with the change. Well worth the sweat. Now comes the fun part: living outdoors as much as possible till the snow flies…

blog062615_deck at golden hour174/365: black deck, golden hour

repetition & variation

My eye is drawn to pattern. But it is the flaw or abnormality that makes it truly interesting. In theory, tire tracks in the sand should be ordered, regular; I like how the tracks don’t hold. The relative strength or weakness of the impressions. The mild disturbances. The parts that are missing. There is so much to see (even when there is nothing to see).

blog052515_sand tracks

142/365: sand tracks

just to say (OOT: la crosse no. 2)

There is nothing touristy about this photo. It’s not the riverfront or the iconic blue bridge. It’s not the sculpted dragons over the entrance to the public gardens. It’s not any of the cool, vintage neon signs I shot downtown.

It’s just the photo I liked best from my day walking around La Crosse. A simple human expression hidden in plain sight for any passerby to witness and, most likely, relate to in some way (that may or may not be about a cat).

I miss my ____________.

blog041215_imissmycat100/365: i miss my cat

sunny days & drawings

There’s a quote by Nathaniel Hawthorne that I like: “Sunlight is painting”. It’s very true when the landscape is lush and full of color. But when the world is still in a spare, naked state at winter’s end, sunlight is drawing. Beautiful, strong, graphic line drawings everywhere you look.

blog032715_chainlinkshadow85/365: chain link shadow