collection of eggs
happy thanksgiving my american friends. i am grateful for each and every one of you who visit me here on STILL blog. i do what i do because of you.
wild turkey feathers
moody morning mist
my deck is painted black. so i was able to take this photo without disturbing the leaves and upsetting their delicate droplets of morning mist. i love the moodiness of these black photos. the mental thought process is so different than photographing graphic organic shapes isolated on a white background. it is good to do a little of both. like doing a few squats and push ups every day.
white oak leaves in autumn
today i tried to resume my relationship with black. we had a turbulent year together in 2017, and i ended up leaving him this year to shack up with my first love, White. today i spent the whole day trying to reconcile, but Black was having none of it. he just gave me an earful about all the ways i don’t understand him and never will. my artistic love life is a shambles.
rudbeckia (black eyed susans)
in the beginning
looking at this egg makes me think about the creative process, or more precisely the act of creation. how chaos and color and form are so often born out of pure whiteness.