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August 15th, 2012
Images from my Secret Garden gallery with music by Mildred Bailey.
June 15th, 2012
Afternoon in the June forest is the most beautiful heaven to me, in its scent, sound and the dappled light that changes the view with every blink of the eye and movement of the branches overhead. After the first few minutes of adjustment to the light and melding into the moment, everything my eyes and camera see takes on a deeper meaning. Sarojini Naidu's poem, "Transcience", inspired the title of this photo of a beech tree in light and shadow.
Nay, do not grieve tho' life be full of...
November 30th, 2011
My grandmother's recipe...
Mildred's 7Up™ Pound Cake
3 cups all-purpose flour, sifted (Gluten free flour replacement may be substituted.)
5 eggs
3 cups granulated white sugar
1 cup butter OR 2 sticks butter, softened
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup vegetable shortening OR 1 stick margarine
1 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon lemon extract (add up to 2 tablespoons lemon extract to taste)
*1 cup 7UP™ (reduced to 3/4 cup if extra lemon extract has...
July 31st, 2011
I love using my macro lens and low light to completely change reality. This is a shot from the beach last July, taken in bright sunshine under a tree which was washed ashore. After adjusting levels and saturation, the image made me think of exotic places and scents and passion... and Charles Baudelaire.
Though your wicked eyebrows call
Your nature into question
(Unangelic's their suggestion,
Witch whose eyes enthrall)
I adore you still
O foolish...
Pleasure That Winces and Stings
July 27th, 2011
The red tulip symbolizes a declaration of love in the Victorian's floral language... I'd like to take that a bit further.
O lips full of lust and of laughter,
Curled snakes that are fed from my breast,
Bite hard, lest remembrance come after
And press with new lips where you pressed.
For my heart too springs up at the pressure,
Mine eyelids too moisten and burn;
Ah, feed me and fill me with pleasure,
Ere pain come in...
July 21st, 2011
The yellow gold of my pussy willow shrub at autumn, the v shape of the shadows which becomes a chalice, the special light in the darkness, all combine for me into a spiritual mystery.
The mysteries remain,
I keep the same
cycle of seed-time
and of sun and rain;
Demeter in the grass,
I multiply,
renew and bless
Bacchus in the vine;
I hold the law,
I keep the mysteries true,
the first of these
to name the living, dead;
I am the wine...
Into the Ragged Meadow, The Evolution of My Art and Me
June 13th, 2011
Like many self-taught photographic artists, my work began as a way to explore, examine, and share my surroundings. Realizing I could express my emotions this way as well, my style changed from documentary to expressionism through experimentation with light and focus and their effects on mood. Over time I discovered the artistic and emotional fulfillment of combining those images with the words of a classic poet or lyricist. And in this I find my greatest satisfaction.
In the case of...
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