Just found out I have been selected to participate in the Blind Date exhibit in Canton, OH at Translations Gallery! This exhibit pairs the work of writers and visual artists who have never met previously.
I will have two pieces in this show which begins Friday, May 3rd.
For more details visit the gallery website here.
"Trees in particular were mysterious and seemed to me direct embodiments of the incomprehensible meaning of life. For that reason the woods were the place where I felt closest to its deepest meaning and to its awe-inspiring workings." - C.G. Jung
Something I don’t find myself doing much since my high school days, when I used to carry an Olympus OM-1 everywhere I went. I can still smell the fixer.
Fly Pond on a pretty black and white day…
A nice example of the amazing patterns that show why I have such a fascination with Adirondack river rock.
As the very last leaves fall here in Cleveland, the Adirondacks are seeing their first significant snows. It’s been nearly a month since these last leaves fell there. I’m not ready to give the fall up just yet. Winter can wait…
Wood, rock, soil. The foundation of everything Adirondack. So subtle, yet so vital. The tree falls, becomes the soil. Rock rises from below, platform for new constructions. Everyday wonder.
I’ve always been drawn to textures in the Adirondacks, even more than the big scenics. Working with my new D800 brought out a couple of things for me this year: panoramics and details. The ability to make a nice size panoramic, without stitching a number of smaller images together, really inspired me. And all that resolution, great to see all the little things I really love.
It would be easy to make an entire project out of photographing all the nuances of one boulder. This one reminded me of a view of our own galaxy, plainly seen on any clear night in these mountains. Stars upon stars upon stars. Right there on a rock.
