Stunning Meri! You present such a variety of subject matter, style, composition. I would be SO proud of all of those. I do love them all but I always lean toward the ones that take the concrete and interpret it as abstract. Great work.
Fantastic show and pics! I'm still trying to organize and upload more of 2009 to Flickr. Now you have reminded me why I should! Love your "eye" for images.
I remember many years ago in college taking a photography class with a great teacher. Much to the despair of those of us who had inherited a Leica and were there, or so we thought, to learn how to used it, he made us take our first shots with a Brownie. Seriously. He said it wasn't the camera, it was the eyes of the soul that captured time in a piece of film.
These are the best examples I have seen of his theory lately. Great show and all of them keepers without a doubt.
OMG. My eyes usually overdosed when I saw your work one at a time...a slide show like this and I'll never recover. I either have to start looking harder through the lens of my own camera or simply throw it away. You are the goddess of light!
I've been carrying on an on-and-off conversation with an acquaintance of the male variety who is going through a divorce and is dealing with the sense of dislocation that results from losing that familiar structure. He's trying to figure out how to be single again and doesn't feel as if he's very good at it. Thinks he never was. I told him I thought that one of the underrated things about marriage is that in a marriage partner, you have a witness to your life. Someone is there to appreciate the moments, big or small. Someone celebrates your accomplishments and helps pick you up when you fall. Someone sees the cloud passing across your face and wonders if you'd like a back rub or cup of tea. Someone listens to your dreams and woes, validates your perceptions or perhaps reorients the way you see things. There are little love pats exchanged in passing, for no reason other than physically reinforce all the spoken "I love you"s. Even when there...
It's Sepia Saturday again. Since my dear mother is recovering from shoulder replacement surgery, I thought I'd feature her image this week. This is little Betty with her dog Spot. She was born in a small town in Oregon, the third of four sisters. The Depression defined her childhood, though I don't know how much she knew or understood. Her high school years were spent in the shadow of World War Two. She went to college at a time when women sought an "MRS." degree. She had a lovely singing voice and often performed as the vocalist for weddings and funerals. I remember once when I was really little that she was on television in Indianapolis. She worked in the library at Butler University, putting Hubby through school, so to speak. She worked on and off through my childhood, when working mothers were somewhat odd and not at all normative. It wasn't a matter of personal choice as much as necessity, because her husband's ministerial salary couldn'...
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These are the best examples I have seen of his theory lately. Great show and all of them keepers without a doubt.
yes.
perfect.
forevermore.
thanks for the visual feast
(I absolutely adore the monk in the tulip field taking a snap!)