New Work as Part of Cleveland Heights Exhibit

I'll be showing new work as part of a group exhibit taking place at the South Wing Gallery of St. Paul's Church in Cleveland Heights, Ohio from October 30 thru January 18. There is an opening reception, open to the public, from 5-7 PM on Friday, October 30. I hope to see you there!

The gallery address is:

South Wing Gallery
St. Paul 's Church
2747 Fairmount Blvd.
Cleveland Heights, OH 44106

For more information contact Katy Barney at (216) 932-5815 extension 215.

Drizzly Morning Gifts

Signs of Fall Near Seventh Lake

there are other gifts
blue heron of patience
fragrance of warm drizzle
her voice in my dreams
other gifts to notice
cherish here and now
don't let them pass

Comfort in Trees

Comfort in Trees

A foggy Adirondack morning
Welcoming call of the loon
Trees that seem like they've always been there
Maybe they have...
Only my soul remembers

Rain, Rain and More Rain

Rain

Rain, rain, go away...

Solitaire

Solitaire

How is it possible to feel totally alone and a part of everything, simultaneously?

Every time I take someone to Raquette Lake I see something new and different. Today was no exception with an early morning fog giving way to this thought provoking opening to the day.

Sunset Mystic

Sunset Mystic

Call of the loon-sentry beginning
It is with belief that we welcome the sunset
That all will be renewed in fire
She keeps watch through the night
And cries in joy of the return

Impressions on the Porch

Finally had a chance to sit down and relax after dealing with all the business emergencies that have been popping up ever since I've been here. What an amazing sunset last night at The Woods Inn! Everything warm and glowing...

Thoughts on the Trail

Yesterday night on the Rock Lake trail. The first hike of the season for me. I was overwhelmed by the smells of the forest. So much more intense than during the fall, when I spend most of my time here. Every piece of forest has isolated places that have the wonderful northern forest smells of balsam fir, pine, cedar. But the Rock Lake trail is a continuous trail of forest perfume. And after all of that the amazing view of Blue Mountain over the lake. A perfect Adirondack hike on a perfect Adirondack evening.

The Stuff of Experience

The Stuff of Experience

I wish that I could experience without clinging.

Let life wear me down slowly while knowing that I’m the better for it.

Fallen Joy

Fallen Joy

I saw you last night
It will always be too soon
Was reminded of your thoughts
Of fallen joy
A metaphor that remains inescapable
Always brings sadness
Signals a struggle
That I am not winning
But am not allowed to quit

The Solipsist

The Solipsist

Rise up
Speak in silence
Remind me
Every day I have forgotten

It’s not what
I want to hear
I am not the center
And I am not alone

Spring

Lupine

Spring is in the first flower...

Why Photography Isn't Art

Bet I got your attention with that title, eh? Now I don't really believe that statement, but I do often ponder the existence (or non-existence) of a distinction between photography, as it's practiced today, and "art".

I get asked often about my photographic influences. It happens that I like a few photographers, but painting and the classical arts interest me a great deal more. Photography seems stuck in some sort of purist, documentation-only muck most of the time.

The most recent Red Dog News blast had a link to an interesting post from the Gone City blog. So there's at least one other person out there who wants to see photography move ahead. Enjoy!

The Dream Image

Dream Image

There is a dream image
Joy and melancholy locked together
Caught in the seasonal transition forever
A reality from a distant past
Most certainly dreamt by many through time immemorial
Sent to remind us of our transience and our immortality