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.
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.
A favorite tree seen on our daily walks. It happens to be dead. Stark, scraggly, and standing tall against the sky, it was impossible not to notice it in the midst of the lush green woods and marsh. I wouldn’t say it stood out like a sore thumb – I enjoyed the contrast.
This is the first in a series I’ve been thinking about playing with. I’m still working out the ideas in my head, but the basic idea is to explore the aesthetics of human elements in the natural landscape. Stay tuned for more work in this vein and please share your thoughts on the series as it develops.
It was a moment of blue sky between bizarre bouts of sleet, snow, and gusty winds. When I realized the sun was shining, I peeked out and saw these graceful cloud formations. They remind me of humpback whales swimming together, an avian courtship dance, or the lines of the continents mirroring each other like two pieces of the same puzzle.