I’m not sure how daily bloggers find the words each day. Taking a photo or having a photo a day to post is hard enough. Finding something funny and witty to say, ya, that art is lost on me. So, this shot was done specifically for Ann. She had been talking about wanting to see what the mandala looked like from the inside looking out. Side note: If these photos and posts are resonating with you, please feel free to […]
Here is another perspective of the sea shell mandala we posted yesterday.
Mandalas are not new for me, nor is my goal precision. It is about the process of creating and the inevitable and necessary destruction of that creation. It is about allowing the idea in my mind to become reality, and by reality I mean something completely different than what I was envisioning in the first place. Rarely, if ever, have I set out to make a mandala and had it look anything like I imagined. It is about knowing when […]
Duck Brook Bridge is part of the historic carriage trail system on Mount Desert Island. Stuck in the middle of the woods and blessed with a name straight out of an E.B. White story, the bridge always seemed a bit grand for the trickle of water underneath. Maybe I’ve only been there at low tide, so to speak, and I am sure the design made perfect sense to the Mr Rockefeller. Funny, I’m not exactly sure how to get to […]
This was attempt #2 at creating a flower mandala. What do you guys think? Do you like this?
So, by now I am sure you are all expecting a witty blog post written ever so eloquently by Ann. Well, she is out mowing the lawn. Yesterday, Ann looked at me and said, “If I create a mandala out of flowers, will you photograph it for me?” My initial response was that of a rather sarcastic nature, “no.” duh, “of course I will.” I have seen mandala’s before, but honestly I had no idea what to expect or how […]
Lilac season is my favorite season. I had picked the final bunch for the year, and these were perched on a table near my print of The Angelus, a 19th century work by Jean Francois Millet. The Angelus depicts peasants paused in a field, heads bowed for the devotion of the Incarnation, a twice daily ritual for Catholics. I bet my little depiction of The Angelus is worth about a buck in a yard sale. Originally, it belonged to my […]
If consistency was the highest pinnacle of success, Balance Rock, and a million other rocks just like it, would be Grand Poobah of All. Beaten by waves and wind, lost in fog, awash in sun, Balance Rock has been still. At peace. A rock, tossed up in some magnificent storm, stuck on the shore to be molested and adored by children and daredevils since the Wabanaki enjoyed these shores without us. Balance Rock, pretty good-sized certainly, was a tourist attraction […]
When we found you on the sidewalk, and I wondered what sort of life you had endured so far. What story could you tell? There you were, aloft in a tree, minding your own business, dealing with squirrels and few birds, but life was probably pretty solid. Then one day it wasn’t. You landed on the sidewalk. On your head. And there you were. Some of your relatives joined you. On their heads. I bet that was the easy part. […]
I like to see the common. I mean really eyeball, take a good, hard look, stare for a little while and notice the details, the crooks, the crannies, in this case the fluff. The dandelion, with such prolific potential as to result in making itself mundane, like old fashioned animal crackers at the gourmet chocolate buffet. So much to give the world and what happens? Cursed and poisoned and ripped out by the roots – Get Off My Lawn!!!! But […]