I love black and white. I admit it. I think it brings out the details. However, some things just beg for color. I converted a color photo of a carousel with a mother and child to black and white and gave it a soft look. One critique I got was that it would have been better in color. It WAS lovely in color, but for me that black and white conversion seemed to zero in on the love between the mother and child. So here's to color. Whether dainty pastels or full saturated color (my personal choice) color is all around us. This is a selection of color from a year of photos - one from every month. What colors get you excited?
Sunday, January 15, 2017
I enrolled in a class called One Little Word. You pick a word and express it in writing, photography, collage, etc. Of course I've chosen photography. There is an option to buy a journal and do a lot of writing in that journal and cutting and pasting of words, etc, but I know myself. That's not going to happen.
For me 2017 is starting out in two directions - one good, one horrible. I'm hoping that the good will drown out the horrible as much as possible. I've also decided to read more of everything - the newspaper, online stuff, and above all books, books, books. In the meantime, I'm looking to keep that one little word Laugh in the back of my mind. Here I get political - wait for it - Because with this new incoming administration, if I don't laugh, I'll cry. Crying too much won't do any good at all.
Friday, December 30, 2016
“To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's.”
I admit it. My worldview can be a little skewed. The things that attract or interest me aren't always the ones that others like. I see beautiful landscapes and, I admit, I am a little jealous. I don't have the equipment or the expertise to do what these people do. However, I've discovered I like my own smaller viewpoint just fine. So here are a few of my favorites this year. You may or may not agree. There are probably some that you like better. Or you may not like any of my pictures. I've put them all in square format to keep it simple. Your comments are welcome.
Saturday, December 3, 2016
As I write this, I am reflecting on a year that has been less than stellar in a lot of ways. A lot of good people died. A man will be the next President whom I fear will be a bad fit and cause a lot of problems. I can't help but wonder what the next few years will be like. I can only cling to what I know: my husband, my son and daughter-in-law, my brother and his wife, my mother, my extended family.
As I write this, one of the last of my uncles is dying. He's actually younger than his older sister, my mother. When I was a little girl we used to visit my grandparents on Sundays. For several years he was living at home and going to college. He had been in the navy, had been a football player in high school and in the navy. When we visited on Sundays, he was usually sitting on a chair with his feet up. I would go over to him and he would put a nickel between his thumb and forefinger and tell me to try to take it out. Of course I never could. Sometimes he let me have the nickel. Sometimes he didn't. He was there for Christmas dinners as were some of my other uncles and aunt.
I used to enjoy Christmas. I often wondered why my parents didn't. It wasn't such a big thing when they were growing up. They didn't have a load of presents under the tree. There were always lots of presents under our tree, but I was always reminded how lucky I was. Do you really want to hear that constantly when you're a kid? That came from my Dad. He didn't mean to be that way, I realize. He was really a good father in a lot of ways, but I think the whole excesses of the season that he saw after the war ended in 1945 got to him.
When our son came along, I decided to do things differently. I wasn't always successful. Sometimes I made things more difficult than they should have been. I wanted a storybook Christmas. That's the problem with stories. They aren't true. Yet you start believing them.
There are some lovely things though. This picture is one of them. When my son was in cub scouts he made this sled ornament out of Popsicle sticks. It's a fairly common craft. What made it special was that "Rosebud" he painted on. I was in one of my period "I adore 'Citizen Kane'" moods and had told him about it. If that seems a little young to some of you, I wanted him to learn about good films even then. He watched a couple of years later. He was still young, but he got it and liked it. It's still one of my favorites.
So this is one ornament I will NEVER EVER throw away. Maybe I will arrange to have it cremated with me unless Rob wants it.
Sometimes I talk to young women with their children. I hope they realize how lucky they are. I hope they realize how fleeting it is. I hope they are ABLE to have the time to enjoy their children to the fullest. Because it just goes by so damn fast. One day you're holding a baby in your arms, the next you're taking them to college and the next they are visiting you and helping you with some of the chores that you can't do yourself anymore. I hope my son looks back on his life when I'm not around and remembers more of the good things.
As for my greeting, I'm feeling contrary. No Merry Christmas for me this year. I'm sticking with Happy Solstice. My cards are going to be a Philadelphia scene with a Happy New Year sentiment. 2016 Has been a crappy year. A lot of good people died. My Uncle John is dying. That will cap off the year although we still have this month to get through.
Saturday, November 26, 2016
There are a few things in life that are so beautiful they hurt:
swimming in the ocean when it rains
reading alone in empty libraries
the sea of stars that appear when you're miles away from the neon lights of the city
bars after 2 am
walking in the wilderness
all the phases of the moon
the things we do not know about the universe
Some things never leave us. It may seem silly that I still mourn my little white cat, Kinsey, but I do. We had to euthanize her after first her rear legs, then her front legs went. She was in pain. It was obvious. She was 16 years old. She had a good life with us, but until her legs went out, she was still pretty active. We had someone come to the house to euthanize her so that she wouldn't have to go to the vet. She was so frightened of the vet. I miss her. It's been four months, but I miss her.
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
"Autumn Paints In Colors Summer Has Never Seen."
Fall color always comes late in October in the Mid Atlantic area. Despite that people always seem to be surprised. They are always surprised at the lingering warm weather, the changes in temperature from day to night. I'm not sure why. If you pay ANY attention to the world around you, you'll see that both fall and spring are times when the weather is in flux. It's normal. It really is. We'll see the same thing in the spring. We'll see people say how the weather is crazy. No it's not. As a kid I can remember Halloweens when it was freezing and others when it was so warm that I sweated under the heavy layers my mother insisted on swaddling me in lest I catch a cold. We lived in Maryland until recently and went to a park that was planted with tulips. Some years it was warm and beautiful full of picnickers and people playing frisbee. Other times it was cold and windy. This year fall colors came in very late. The best color I saw was in November in Pennypack Park which is right near where we are living right now. It's reminiscent of a book by the found of Temple University, Acres of Diamonds. Sometimes the best things are in your own backyard.