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The first ending. And knowing it would end
I wanted another. Lover, summer,
pen with which to write it all down.
The first disappointment. Which is not
remembered but lives in the body.
And how familiar it became …Dimitrov
Currently there is a wonderful exhibit of Turner artwork at the Mystic Museum in Connecticut, USA. I was busily wandering around taking photographs of the show when I stumbled upon this lady leaning idly against a couch near the entrance. The juxtaposition of her yawn and the Turner information was too good to miss.
It’s below freezing, the wind cuts like a knife and she is coming or going. It’s a good story either way.
Pear or Person? It doesn’t matter. They’re both old. I don’t usually make this kind of photograph but seeing the old wrinkled pear on our kitchen counter made me think of this conceptual shot.
The more I take photographs, the more the power of a black and white image appeals to me. That’s not to say every image looks better in monochrome but when the colors are dull and details lend themselves to having their contrast cranked up, the result can be pretty good.
Color is seductive but all too often it can obscure a weak composition.
This grove of trees is in Petaluma, California’s Helen Putnam Park. It’s a little less than an hour north of San Francisco in Sonoma county. To my eye, the absence of color and the muted gray tones make this a very meditative image.