Anyone recognize her?
Another little black party dress
One last dip in the ocean before heading back to the city
One more piece of pie!
and trying to catch frogs
Sticking my nose deep into blooming tea olive bushes
Whistling back at Blue Jays
Poetry at bedtime
Stopping to watch Red Tails turn lazy circles in the sky above me
Singing along with Paolo Nutini
Another cup of coffee
Making funny faces at shy babies
Reflection is the beauty of a time remembered, a daydream captured in a flash of sunlight and sea sparkle. Two selves connect at the photographer’s wrist on a cold October day by the sea.
I miss the boardwalk. I miss its opportunity for people-watching. I’d go there looking for things to photograph. I’d go there often to reflect and turn the world on end, to dive inside and peak beneath the ordinary world I faced everyday.
I gazed into windows searching for other dimensions. Through reflection, other worlds seemed to break free and be united. Nothing is as it seems in these photos. I love their dreaminess.
Photography is equal parts abstract art and truthful storytelling. Reflections provide creative control. Bending and twisting the world into something surreal and obscure, this tweaking of reality is incredibly freeing. And disorienting. And fun!
Reflection also grants a window into the mind. Like paint on canvas, there’s a glimpse of a loved one abstracted, but true. We might catch each other in passing, yet hardly recognize one another. These images mark a place in time: the confusion of life turned upside down and inside out, but also an honest mirror into reality.
All pix from what feels like a lifetime ago in Asbury Park, NJ.
The Living Walls conference is back in Atlanta and we spent the afternoon the other day wandering around the city trying to see all the murals. Many of them are in out-of-the-way-for-us neighborhoods and some of them we pass by almost every day. Getting out to see them and appreciate each for its distinct style was a fun project for a steamy summer afternoon.
Of particular interest were the murals that are being painted in the Summerhill neighborhood that surrounds Turner Field. We’re there quite often for Braves’ games and, like the CNN article implies, it’s a pretty sketchy place. It’ll be nice to have these sad-looking abandoned buildings transformed with color. Stay tuned…
To the outside world, we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.
This is one of those magical photos that I took almost by accident, but that manages to capture some of the truest parts of my brother Brian. We’d just come back from visiting a local auction, one of his favorite places, and he was pouring over the treasures that he brought home with him. In this case it was a box of old records. The look on his face, his posture and the lighting all contribute to a scene I think I’ve been witnessing my whole life as his kid sister… his total enchantment with anything related to music and with old, discarded things.
Boy… time sure does fly when you’re not paying attention!
I was about to tell you about our visit to The Sunflower Farm, but then, poof! and 3 weeks had gotten away from me.
There’s an actual festival here each summer, but I’ve yet to brave the heat and the crowds to attend. As it is, no matter how mild you think a particular day is, once you’re out in the middle of that ten acre field, it’s hotter than blazes!
The farm itself is beautiful and is a picture-maker’s delight. I first heard about the place because so many photo groups visit it. I go to pick flowers, tho.
I’m not sure there’s anything more cheerful than a field of sunflowers, except maybe for the bees and birds that visit it.
I wondered aloud to the farmer if they sell the leavings for birdseed.
Nope, but they sometimes hunt the doves that are drawn to the seeds in the fall. That’s okay, too.
There’s plenty to photograph, here. Red (and green) tractors, old farm tools and a beautiful hummingbird garden. There’s even an enchanted forest nestled on the back of the property. And if you want directions to the little local place that sells the best homemade strawberry-cream cheese fried pies, just ask!
Plus, you get to keep as many sunflowers as you can carry away for $15.
That makes for many old mason jar bouquets.
|another grumpy PAWS Atlanta adoptable kitty!
“I dare you to take a flattering photo of me!”
Probably this is not her best look.
Aside from the obvious cattitude, I need help from my photography friends with black cats and dogs. Unless there’s sun streaming onto their fur, they so often look… well, blech! What can I do about that? Any hints?