Maybe Spring..?.
It always amazes me to see these on the last day of January. These brave daffodil shoots always come out at the end of January. It will be another six weeks or so before we see blossoms. Today it is snowing and I will photograph them when I go by them.
Frozen Twigs and Grasses
The little stream by my walk is an ever changing sculpture.
Vertical Frozen Mud
Who knew mud could freeze in a vertical configuration. I think it had to do with the way the water trickled down the hill. I looked at my feet when it began crunching
Cold Sunrise January 2015
The snow was piling up in New England. Here in Stoney Creek we had echoes, flurries, and cold sunshine.
Student Experiments: Dominant and Subordinate
So today was the first day of 3d Design Class. These students have never made anything three dimensional; all their art experience is drawing and painting. I tasked them with bringing in things from home and/or using what they found in the classroom and experimenting with what it was like to make three dimensional drawings; […]
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Winter Pond
It doesn’t snow very often here and the water does not freeze over. I felt lucky to capture this pond. Luckily the bull has been taken away for the winter.
Secret Keeper
There is an ancient legend that trees are secret keepers. I wonder how many secrets this one has.
Another Sunrise
I do not ever get tired of the sunrise. It gives me hope and strength.
For Dad Finished
I had to commemorate this day. I began this piece in Summer of 2012 just before my father passed away. It was to be for him. It has taken me three years to finish. It has been a block in my work and now that it is finished I am able to move on. I […]
Texture of an Old Beech Trunk
miracles in the small things
Today on my walk there were so many tiny miracles everywhere. Every juxtaposition of color, of texture, of light is a beautiful tapestry that is ever changing.
Humans Dismantle Homes and leave Detritus
Humans leave detritus. What will an archaeologist find in 5000 years? As an aside, I discovered the reflection in the window afterwards.
Magenta Hills
The mountains really are this color sometimes. When we first moved to Tennessee I used to call it the impossible colors.
Incoming Snowstorm
It never ceases to amaze me how you can see the weather change over the distant mountains. The sun was shining so brightly in one part of the sky, but there was a snowstorm in the distance.
temp still life
We have all sorts of strange stuff hanging all around. The metal is cold and the wall is cold and the light is cold.