Spent all afternoon yesterday at FilterPhotoFest at Deborah Fleming Caffery's workshop on sustaining a long term photo project. It was wonderful, stimulating, encouraging and exhausting. I have some more ideas for the Garden Project. Some suggestions I've passed on, I think, after doing some research last night. But I think I've got the title put together and that helps push me a bit in the right direction.
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September 2013
09/27/2013
09/21/2013
The Garden Project
I'm going to a workshop at Filter Photo Fest next week and plan to take some of the work from the Garden Project that I've been working on. This is one I did the other day that I'm thinking of dipping in encaustic.
09/16/2013
Fading into Autumn
The middle of September and things are beginning to give way. The soaking rain yesterday bent many of the plant stalks low. The daylilly stalks lie in silent repose, waiting for me to get out and clean up. The leaves of the coneflower curl up and turn a golden brown. We've had a chilly few days, although the weatherman predicts another 80 for the middle of the week. Autumn is teasing us. The sky is a bright, slate blue. The dog and I walk to the park in the morning, invigorated, although I pull the collar of my polar fleece close before we leave the house. The cusp of the season.
09/13/2013
Tree Spirit
It was 63 degrees at 4 o'clock this afternoon when I quickly threw on a sweater over my t-shirt and shorts and took the dog for what I thought would be a lovely, refreshing walk. It turned out to be a very lovely, but very chilly walk. Portents of the days to come. The sky today was slate blue--just perfect, with very few clouds. Already some of the trees are losing leaves, mainly, I think, because of all the dry weather we've had. I always love this time of year when the tree limbs sway in the breeze and the spirit of the trees comes alive.
09/09/2013
Journey to the Lake
The path to the Lake was a long one, but worth it. In the beginning of a vacation, these stairs always seem daunting (well, at least to me). By the third day, I don't think of it so much anymore. In between the long walk down and the climb back, there is light, sand, shadow, water, refreshment, long beach walks, conversation, dips into good books and well, just a lot of staring--sky staring and Lake staring. Such a rich experience. One I savor and so look forward to each year. The campfire at the end of the week was the best--building the fire together with my son, then watching the stars, trying to make out the Big Dipper.
