holy light

i looked at this flower and it reminded me of somebody praying. i realized that the light coming down from above somehow looked churchlike, and then i realized that if the light had been more horizontal, this flower would have looked shadowed and interesting but not like it was praying. and then i realized that all the windows in those old cathedrals were up high, and i wondered if any part of that architectural decision had to do with people’s tendency to look at whereever the light is coming from, and in this case, the light is all coming from approximately heavenward. i’m not particularly devout, but the thought makes my feel happy and peaceful somehow.

dahlia (i’m almost sure, but possibly mum??)

  • dede bliven says:

    first thought when looking at your amazing artwork this morning was spiritual and followed by my usual gasp because your stillblogs just get to me in that way!

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a different kind of tulip

in the spirit of this tulip, willing to show a different side of itself, here are three things you may not know about me:

1. i was an afs student in argentina in high school
2. i have a weakness for Pillsbury Orange Rolls
3. i was the bad influence in high school, who arranged the drunken weekend bonfire parties on the peninsula of a nearby lake until my dad broke up the party in his boxer shorts, a trenchcoat, and a bb gun.

dried white tulip

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random

once again, an hour or more of careful arranging yielded half a dozen very neat, very stylized, very low-energy (to borrow a phrase) photos. then i spilled the turkey feathers from a height of a couple of feet, and photographed them. spilled them again, and photographed them again. and suddenly they were possessed of the randomness and fertile energy of nature.

wild turkey feathers

st. paul, minnesota

  • janice says:

    Yea for randomness…great photo

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healthy at the core

a portrait of mary jo in early 2017. i have retreated a bit into my center, where i still feel quite young and hopeful and vital. this is partly a response, based on the way i am wired, to the turbulence of my country’s current public life, and partly a positive retreat into a creative bubble where i am generally happiest. so, here i am. healthy at the core, and just a little frayed at the edges.

palm lamina

autignac, france

  • Janice says:

    Your description nailed my feelings perfectly. thanks

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  • janice says:

    Your words nailed my feels perfectly!

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subdued celebration

if a cornucupia celebrates the colorful abundance of harvest season, this wreath is intended to celebrate the muted late winter beauty of places with four seasons, when everything is dry and faded and colors flatten so as not to distract from the season’s striking shapes. soon enough, spring will paint everything lime green again. but i can wait.

wreath of dried flowers, leaves, and seeds

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