In the floating world
The Great Wave rises, destroys
Subsides. All is still
The Great Wave rises, destroys
Subsides. All is still
Category: Abstract
The Turquoise River
She looked at the long, thin meandering crack trailing down the foundation wall like a coursing river. She felt compelled to trail her finger over the length of it, feeling the raspy turquoise concrete, cool under her fingertip.
“I’ll have to go get some sealant,” her husband had told her.
“But that will ruin the paint,” she replied, with an emotion that surprised her. “I don’t have any more.”
“You have to fix it before it gets out of hand.”
“But it’s such a small crack!”
He paused.
Harry the Little Hurricane
Harry got his name when he was still a little swirl of wind and rain far out in the Atlantic. But Harry had aspirations. He wanted to become a grand vortex of mighty winds, driving the ocean in front of him far onto land. He wanted his rain to drown the land, far beyond his storm surge, his wind to blow down trees, powerlines, to blow the very walls off the buildings in his path.
Destruction, afterall, is what hurricanes like Harry do!
My Muses: Paint
This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge, Muse, poses a simple enough challenge, “So what’s your muse — what subject do you turn to frequently, more inspired each time?”
I’ve already responded with Function follows Form, which relates how form itself is my favourite subject. Here I want to draw back to my favourite element with which to explore form — and a variety of other subjects — and that has to be paint. When I bought my first professional camera in nearly 15 years, the first shots were all painted surfaces. Some abstractions. Others records of communication. Still others were essays on the environment in which the surface was painted.
Window and Wall
You throw yourself at life
With abandon
Maybe you hit the wall
Again and again
Leaving a bit of yourself behind
Every time
With abandon
Maybe you hit the wall
Again and again
Leaving a bit of yourself behind
Every time
But every time
You notice the window
The open space beyond it
The hopeful road
Leading somewhere promising
My Muses: Form
This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge, Muse, poses a simple enough challenge, “So what’s your muse — what subject do you turn to frequently, more inspired each time?”
No calm in her eye
She was like a hurricane
Though no calm in her eye
Though no calm in her eye
Instead, a depth
Intensity
Tragedy
A wake of human debris
In her path
Photo Essay: Sanding ~ Finding Goofy
Sometimes, the best way to get through a tough week
Is to accept the state of frazzled mess you are
Put on a ridiculous clown nose
And just go for goofy
Is to accept the state of frazzled mess you are
Put on a ridiculous clown nose
And just go for goofy
Finding goofy is always good for the soul
WordPress Photo Challenge: ROY G. BIV
It began with a drive down the Sea-to-Sky Highway, returning to Vancouver from Whistler. While still in the mountains, I shot The Tantalus Range from Cheakamus Canyon, just off the highway. Further along, after passing through Squamish, the light was pretty awesome all along Howe Sound, so I pulled off at Britannia Beach by the old Customs House to look for some landscape/seascape photo opportunities. I may yet get a few images out of that, but it wasn’t until I was on my way back to the car, ready to head off, that I noticed the sailboat. The sailboat is where this story begins.
Pix to Words 