Archive for the 'Photography' Category
Morning images: Love Birds riding out strong winds atop a palm tree…Clouds scurrying across the sky, appearing to consume a palm tree…cacti swords waving about, the golden teeth glowing…a wind sheltered seating area next to the Del Marcos Hotel in Palm Springs, built in 1947. Headed to Joshua Tree N.P. for surreal rock formations and hopefully some cactus blooms.
After months of basic grey mornings, the rain soaked clouds part near Portland for a very bright, sunshine morning. It immediately lifts the spirits…making me wonder if I suffer from some Seasonally Affected Disorder (SAD)…otherwise known as FINS (F#%@ I Need Sunshine). You can pick your own expletive deleted: SINS, DINS, HINS, FMINS
What a beautiful Easter Day. Mid 60′s, no breeze, just pleasant sunshine and a touch of warmth. As I was standing outside, I heard the geese honking, coming toward me, low and slow. I had my phone in my hand, camera activated by chance, for something else, and the geese swooped toward me. As I raised the phone for a quick snap they banked away. I didn’t check then, as I recall thinking…’too fast, no chance’.
“Awake! arise! the hour is late! Angels are knocking at thy door! They are in haste and cannot wait! And once departed come no more. Awake! arise! the athlete’s arm Loses its strength by too much rest; The fallow land, the untilled farm Produces only weeds at best.” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I most often take an image and find a meaningful poem, passage, quotation to pass along that enhances the image’s appeal. The plow in the field, overgrown and neglected, brought to my mind the passage of time, the changes within a family, the death of a farmer, the loss of will, the economics of farming, the history of what was.
So, I researched “untilled fields” for a meaningful passage. What I found was a stark, historical reference to tyranny, pagan/religious conflicts, death, spirits and fairies and beliefs melded into farmers in Scotland and Ireland that left land untilled for reasons in conflict with the monarchy, the church, the prevailing beliefs. Well, that was all too grim for my original inspiration…which to me is grim enough…the loss of local farms and family history. Still, as I do almost everyday, I learned something new.