Don’t get the wrong idea. I am not into the deeper meaning of Halloween. I just think it is fun to have a day to have fun and celebrate the change of season. Hope your day is filled with fun and candy.
The nights are starting to have that feel to them that signals the coming of fall and the fading of summer. I think I will miss my summer friends as they migrate south to warmer climates. Through the winter I will look forward to their return.
Sometimes an image comes out of nowhere – not planned or deeply contemplated, it just emerges. That is exactly the case with this one. So much so I couldn’t even put a title to it. It always puzzles me when this happens and I begin searching for its origins – it usually has to do with my own emotions.
This year I have faced a series of difficulties, none of them disastrous, but each setting me back. At times it seems like I am running through darkness, maybe a tunnel or an alley. My legs are tired and it is difficult to make progress, like running through water.
I believe this image is my own artistic encouragement to myself. Though the situation may feel dark with narrow walls, and my feet may feel heavy, make the best of the situation, and play in the water.
What is it about music that soothes our soul, invokes emotion or just makes us feel good? I don’t really understand the emotion of music, but I love it. This is dedicated to those who make music and create joy in my heart.
I’ve been thinking about those people in my life that lift me up when I need it most. I recently had a knee replacement, and while it is a common surgery, recovery is painful and lengthy. I needed people in my life that would lift me when I felt down, encourage me when I wanted to give up, and tell me something funny when I cried. This is a tribute to those people.
I have learned something from this. Sometimes I know someone who is down, but I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing. I don’t want to seem intrusive so I avoid. I realize now how important it is to hear a friendly voice, receive a kindly worded note, or just to hear the voice of someone who cares.
You Lift Me Higher, February, 2019
This has been hanging around in my head so long it is starting to feel like an old friend. I finally coaxed it out of my head and on to my computer. What is it about old buildings that is so intriguing?
She comes at night when we are sleeping, leaving behind her pixie dust in tree tops and drops of paint on the leaves of shrubs. Welcome Fall.
The Hudson is teaming with various ships, boats and barges all scurrying about their business of moving people, transporting cargo or patrolling this busy river. A flotilla that consists of everything from the monstrous cruise ships to the micro kayaks graces the waves of the “Great North River”, once discovered by the Dutch but previously occupied by Natives.
Among the hustle of the river are the tugs. They are the servants of the seas, the labors of the harbors and the toughest, hardest working on the river.
Every year the Working Harbor Committee celebrates these tough guys with an event honoring their craft. The Tug Boat Races. Actually it is more than a race. The event includes a nautical version of arm wrestle, a show of colors, and a demonstration of skills. The 2018 Tugboat races are arriving September 9 on Pier 84 beginning at 10:30. Hope you make it.
I recently came across an image titled Approaching A City by Edward Hopper. The painting has simple lines, intriguing colors, and a story to tell.
Studying the paintings of masters I begin to ask myself, how the techniques would be applied to my medium, photography-based digital art.
Here is Hopper’s piece that inspired my effort.