New images from a tough few days.
Sept 1st a weed, a very pretty weed cut by accident put in my Heineken vase. This “weed” has provided me with a new bloom most days over the last two weeks. It doesn’t know that we humans think it is an invasive weed. Myself I think it is pretty and wonder about what or who may be an invasive species?
A photo bombing moth on my bark image. I did not see it then while I adjusted the camera contrast to make another sans moth. I didn’t even see it on first review. Cunning little moth.
On the seventh of September this roofs triangle came together. Perhaps a year or more I have watched and pondered this image. Diagonal wires often in the way or the light was wrong, but on the 7th the wires pulled tighter I guess from the most recent wind storm. Light, time of day and time of year and I have my triangles. If you have been fortunate or trapped in a discussion of photography, art and composition you know how I feel about triangles in seeing, creating.
Back to Sept first one from a two minute session a very fine two minutes. Perhaps I should add another?
Molly’s Gate in a creative way. Molly was my intern, driving force in the publishing of my second book, Another Door Entered. We would walk, I would talk about composition and shooting film. She saw this and knew there was something there. During her hours with me the gate always had the wrong light. We shot post processed still no magic or story. I was pretty sure it was morning light needed to tell a tale. Well apparently early afternoon light in the beginning of Sept. was jut what She/We wanted.
Color and a breeze on Sept 6th. The variegation with the approach of Autumn applied the color variations. But where are the triangles, motion and what role does the negative space play? Triangles are apparent throughout the leaf’s with a left to right focus drop off providing a gentle movement. Aperture, distance and angle of view paint the negative space.
Another from my September 6th stroll a couple hours after my most recent hospital release. Image made and seen always seeing as an artist creating verbal images to communicate my emotions.
Color just vibrant color, simple, warm, waning afternoon summer light on Sept. sixth. Light is my pen to write stories to you with my emotions. This pen has many thoughts expressed through tonality.
This man stopped to ask about my building landlord as he seeks a home. Of course I would have to photograph him before divulging this data. I’m happy, he’s happy and I bet he’s still blessing me and talking. Humanity adds the color to life even when composted in Sepia toned B+W.
Just a moment in the sun or shade, alone or with a mate. A good book, a quiet peace.
Many varieties around the my circle.
Some designed as gardens or little people full of wonder.
Others just working well. Wicker chairs soft cushions and a small table for iced drinks on the sunny days.
Sun or shade sets the mood. The suns path, vegetation do play their roll.
All have an allure to me. I make an image as my mind creates a story of the life’s lived in these warm places.
They come in colors everywhere. Just a chair for your diereaire. But much more a moment just for you.
A place for your seat while you munch on a treat.