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A tea rose variety from 1910, found in the Everglades Garden, Leura, Blue Mountains. The scent is divine.
oil/acrylic on canvas / 40 in. x 30 in.
This photograph was taken during my stay in the Yasawa Islands in Fiji. I wandered down an empty stretch of beach one day to find a lone fisherman gathering his daily catch with only a spear and a sack. There was a beauty and serenity in this simple solitary ritual and I always relish a shot of human beings in their own worlds when they don’t know anyone is looking. I played around with the exposure in the editing process so that nearly all the backdrop washes away and one is left with only the man, his spear and sack and his task at hand.
The Yasawa Islands, Fiji. It was a lazy day. There isn’t much to do there except sit on the beach and get in the ocean. I sat in a hammock and watched this fly crawling on a chartreuse-colored leaf. A thatched roof structure stood in the background with the warm wind blowing throuh it. The beautiful blue island waters lapped at the shore in the background.
For those not familiar with Portland, Oregon, the city’s Japanese Garden is one of the finest and most beautiful in the world. According to His Excellency Nobuo Matsunaga, Ambassador from Japan to the United States at the time when he visited Portland in 1988, he proclaimed the garden to be ‘the most beautiful and authentic Japanese garden in the world outside of Japan.’ Ten years later, His Excellency Ambassador Kunihiko Saito exclaimed over the beauty of the Garden and also agreed to its authenticity stating, ‘I believe this garden to be the most authentic Japanese garden, including those in Japan.’ “ The garden is comprised of 5 separate gardens. This shot was taken in the upper flat garden. It is a place of meditation and contemplation and is said to be a place of “pleasure—spiritual and temporal” as well as a site that denotes “happiness and hospitality” as well as “enlightenment”. I love the balance of the upper and lower images connected by the adjacent lines. To me, the dark centers represent an idea or action. The ripple effect is that which occurs from those thoughts or actions and the lines are what connect all of those thoughts, actions and their subsequent after effects together. My understanding of Japanese rock / sand garden design, however, is that they are not meant to have or convery one particular meaning, and so it is left open to each person’s own interpretation. Each time one sees it, he or she may have an entirely different response.
For those of you not familiar with the location, Little Italy is the Italian settled neighborhood of New York City- in the lower part of Manhatten. The streets of Little Italy are brightly colored and filled with mostly Italian restaurants and cafes. To me, it always look like a festival is just about to take place. I captured this shot last autumn on a glorious New York day when the sun was out, the flags were flying and The Empire State Building stood proudly in the background.
This photo was taken on yet another visit to the Oregon coast. I love it out there! Though often rainy, or spritzing, to me the OR coast is beautiful in any weather. This shot was captured as I was taking a morning walk on the beach. The ocean was calm, the sand wet, a bit of fog lay low on the horizon, and no one else was out there except an older couple walking together holding hands. There’s very little differentiation between the sky, sea and sand in this photograph, and the only thing that really stands out in contrast are the two figures of the couple. It looks, to me, as if they could walk on forever into the infinite distance and as if everything else fades around them when they are together.
Taken around Chinatown in Portland, OR, this building appealed to my theatrical background. It looks like a set piece used on a stage. Where did the rest of the building go & why was this left standing???
This photograph was taken while I was traveling in Croatia on the Dalmatian Coast. It felt almost as if someone had set this shot up for me. The Croatian light has such a warmth and gentleness to it- as if the things it captures are frozen in time or from another time. That feeling was aided by the orange & white-striped clothing hanging on the wall on the left which was somehow reminiscent of a 1920’s bathing costume to me. The chair- or what used to be a chair- pared down to its most basic structure but reclaimed for original purpose by the addition of a plank of wood- sat in the center of the frame as if awaiting its occupant to return (perhaps the owner of the orange and white striped clothing!); The ancient city coastal walls contrasted interstingly with the addition of the more modern but still faded graffitti and the shadows lend a sense of intrigue to me about what this little scene faces.
I lived in New Orleans, LA for many years. “The City That Care Forgot”- that’s what they always called it because of its carefree attitude and love for indulgence and good times. After Hurricane Katrina hit the city, I went down about 3 months later to visit some friends and to see how New Orleans was holding up. I was surprised how vastly changed it was mostly in its emptiness and quietness- strange for a 24 hour city in which one can normally find music pouring out of door fronts and people sitting on the porches laughing with friends and family. It was still very much out-of-commission these many weeks after the storm had hit. I walked around with my camera while I was there, mostly taking photographs of the debris and destruction that still was piled high on many curbs and neutral grounds (medians). I stumbled upon this Santa, buried face down in a pile of garbage, exactly as shown here, and thought how symbolic it was in its representation as New Orleans as a city neglected, whose joyousness and carefree ways were now scattered like so many of the very people who made the city the exciting and charming attraction it has always been. Suddenly, there was entirely different understanding to the meaning of “The City That Care Forgot”.
This image was captured during a weekend spent on the coast of Oregon. This entire tree had washed ashore on the beach- a tangled mass of somewhat angry-looking branches in an otherwise completely calm and serene surrounding. I can only imagine the tree got loose from some logging venture- or perhaps it was downed by lightning. Wherever it came from, I’m not sure it was ready to go. The tree appears to be protesting its fate, though a lovelier spot it couldn’t have found. It calls to mind times when we thrash out at the injustice and pain that has befallen us, failing to realize just how much beauty, comfort and opportunity are continually being offered & provided for us. It is a good reminder for me to be observant and appreciative of all my blessings.
Akaroa, New Zealand- a most charming spot- and the light was coming through this plant just right to show the seeds of the future.
I went a couple of years ago to visit the house where I grew up in the Mississippi Delta. No one is living there. It is in disrepair. I walked into the backyard where we once had a playhouse and a small fenced-in barn for our sheep and other livestock, but both the animals and the structures are long gone. The couple that lived behind us and helped take care of us and our animals are dead. Their house is falling apart. The grass has grown tall. All that remains in the space where my sisters and I used to run around and play is this small shed, which is slowly being reclaimed by its surroundings. There was a great sense of sadness for me at seeing the emptiness and in hearing the silence in this place that was once filled with so much energy and life- where I spent my formative years- where my family all still lived together before they died or went their separate ways. I wished somehow to fill it back up with light-to leave a mark of myself there- a bright spot so that others that came after me would know that this was a place that was loved, honored and remembered. What I have attempted to do with this photograph is to accomplish just what I mentioned above- to take the abandoned, decrepit remains of my little corner of the world and fill it back up with a sense of the energy it once possessed. I hope that those that come after me, whether in person or only to this photo, will be able to see it as I remember it- a place where there was joy, a place that was loved, a place that will not be forgotten.
Taken while walking throught the streets of Honolulu, Hawaii. The light there is incredible.
This photograph was taken in Perth, Western Australia. It is a shot taken at the base of The Swan Bells- an iconic structure for Perth and all of Western Australia. (See the Swan Bells history below excerpted from http://www.swanbells.com.au) This was one angle of the building where I really felt I was standing beneath a giant swan looking up towards its breast, its wings on either side & it’s beak rising up towards the air. Swan Bells History: / “The Bell Tower’s fascinating historic content, its distinctive design – resulting from a major architectural competition and it’s prize location combine to produce a distinctively different attraction. It has become an icon for Perth and Western Australia. The Bell Tower acts as a custodian of tradition for the over six million Australians (2001 census) who regard their ancestory as English and for all Western Australians as we carry a proud love of our ANZAC, worker roots. This historic ring of bells was gifted to the people of Western Australia as part of the national Bicentennial celebrations. The Bell Tower include the twelve bells of St Martin-in-the-Fields which are recorded as being in existence from before the 14th century and recast in the 16th century by Queen Elizabeth I. / The bells were again recast between 1725 and 1770 by three generations of the Rudhall family of bell founders from Gloucester in England, under the order of the Prince of Wales who was later crowned as King George II. They are one of the few sets of royal bells and are the only ones known to have left England. From one of London’s most famous churches, in Trafalgar Square, the St Martin-in-the-Fields bells have rung out to celebrate many historic events. Click here to visit the St-Martin-in-the-Fields official site for more information.”
Just as the title says. These were shadows cast on the wall of a friend’s home through their window in the early morning light.
This shot was taken at the Insel Hombroich in Neuss, Germany, near Dusseldorf- a place where wild gardens interact with modern architecture. Designed by architect Erwin Heerich, Turm or “Tower” as I believe it translates, is a striking and serene structure. One of the things that surprised me about this structure, other than it’s notably striking architecture, is that the interior corners seemed to disappear so that one could not really see where the edges were-even when looking directly at them.
While traveling through the Red Center of Australia, I had the opportunity to take an early morning hot air balloon flight over the desert. What a lovely, peaceful experience to be so high in the air that I was able to look down and see kangaroos bouncing along all over the bush in the light of dawn! This shot was taken inside the hot air balloon basket looking up at the balloon overhead. It has not been retouched at all. The morning light made the balloon glow as it appears to in the picture. It reminded me of an eye, with its blue center, thus the title. Much of outback Australia is marked by the two colors of orange and blue- orange the color of the red iron earth & blue that of the sky. This colors in this shot were perfectly in line with where they were being captured.
This is a splintering, old red door on a ranch in rural Texas. I’m not sure what’s behind that locked door, but I’m kind of curious…
I have just started playing around with new editing techniques. After several adjustments to this photo, (my guinea pig photo, so to speak), the end result looked to me like a flower bending to the will of an underwater current- thus the title.
From Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog
Original Painting- Sold
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