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Monthly Archives: June 2012
As a child in the late 1950′s, my favorite book was Misty of Chincoteague by Marguerite Henry. A book about wild ponies running free on a small island off the coasts of Virginia and Maryland. I’m sure you know what’s coming next. Yep, one of many items on my bucket list…a visit to Chincoteague and Assateague Islands in the Chesapeake Bay area to experience first hand the land of Misty.
In the book, one of the ponies, Phantom, is the mysterious of them all. A rarely seen wild mare that evades all efforts of being captured…until a young boy and girl lay eyes on her and decides they can’t live without her. A creature forever of the wild, she brings to the island a gentle, loyal colt Misty and the story unfolds…
There’s no better way to explore the remote areas around the islands than by boat and especially during the evening hours. After much research and reading many rave reviews, Daisey’s Dockside Nature Cruises was the chosen one. The Daisey’s were among the original settlers of Chincoteague and their love for the island has been passed down through generations.
Immediately upon arriving at the boathouse, we were greeted by friendly staff, introduced to our captain and led to an exceptionally clean and extremely comfortable 24-foot pontoon boat. Limited to six passengers to each boat, plenty of room was available to relax and move around in preparation for an evening filled with oohs and ahhs. To our delight, the excursion featured views of the world-famous wild ponies, dolphins, bald eagles and all kinds of other birds in their native habitat.
Besides the incredible tranquility of the scene, our captain – Nate – a life-long “Chincoteaguer” was the best. Knowledgeable, caring, funny…a true southerner…you immediately felt part of the Daisey family straightaway. Not at all in a hurry, our two hour cruise went into overtime without a concern in the world. An evening cruise turned sunset cruise and then a moonlight cruise as we headed to better viewing areas north of the islands. A bucket list item come true and one that will always remain in my heart, just as Misty has all of these years.
Bucket Lists. Some people believe in them…others do not. Personally, I’ve always felt if you write down your goals and dreams you’re more apt to accomplish them. Are you a believer?
(Cross-posted over at Vision and Verb where a collaborative group of like-minded women
from all over the world share their passion for photography and the written word.)
This week’s photo prompt for the 52 Photos Project is all about summertime colors! It’s hard to think of anything except the blazing sun when it’s been 90 plus degrees here in the city this week!
P. S. Heading out on a road trip to the family farm for a little visit…including a stopover in the Chesapeake Bay area. So stay tuned! I’m hoping to cross off another item on the bucket list!
P. S. S. Curious if you see what I see in this capture?
In its sixth year, but my first, Make Music New York is a unique festival of free concerts in public spaces throughout New York City. To celebrate the first day of summer, the festival runs from 10 in the morning to 10 at night with musicians performing pretty much anywhere…on streets, sidewalks, stoops, plazas, cemeteries, parks and gardens.
Well today was hot as blue blazes here in the city, yet a need to fulfill the desire to experience a touch of this event was in order.
In Central Park, performers from the West Point Band played from rowboats on the lake around the beautiful Bethesda Mall. It all sounds so lovely, right?
Well, picture this…95 dripping degrees…a bunch of performers in rowboats clumped together floating around in a huge bowl of asparagus soup…making noise. Enjoyed by many, just not my cup of tea. However, all was not lost. I totally enjoyed capturing this…
And listening to this…
Who do you know that can play the violin and do the hula hoop at the same time in all those clothes at 95 degrees? God I love this city!
“The material of the artist lies not within himself nor in the fabrications of his imagination, but in the world around him…The artist’s world is limitless. It can be found anywhere far from where he lives or a few feet away. It is always on his doorstep.”
Paul Strand, 1890 – 1976, photographer and filmmaker who helped establish photography as an art form in the 20th century.
Photo captured at my doorstep – the Brooklyn Bridge, NYC.
God is at Eye Level
(This is a series of posts on Jan Phillips’ book, God is at Eye Level, Photography as a Healing Art.
For an intro check out the first post here.)
God. From birth until leaving home at the age of 18…going to church every Sunday was very much a part of our family life. I grew up learning about Jesus and God and all the things that came with it…from the early days of bible school to my teenage years of doodling on the church bulletin and eagerly awaiting the end of the sermon to take that first cigarette puff to end my nicotine craving. It had been an hour you know. Surely some of you have been “there.”
Like Phillips’, my perception of God has changed dramatically over the years. Do I believe there is a higher power? Absolutely. But as years passed, my beliefs are more spiritual in nature and perhaps that’s why I’m drawn to Buddhism. (Isn’t it really all about leading a moral life, being mindful and aware of one’s thoughts and actions, and developing wisdom and understanding? But hey, that’s for another post!) But this chapter isn’t about whether you believe in Christianity, Buddhism, Catholicism, or any of the others, but as Phillips’ puts it… it’s more about “understanding our relationship to the Whole.” “God, to me, is the universe unfolding, the power and potential within all life, the Oak within our acorn selves. Not one bit separate, but fused with us like salt and sea, ever-present in the faces, the scenes, the feelings that pass through our lives day to day.”
Her last sentence in this chapter is powerful - “Each of us listens to a different voice within, but if we are true to the voice that speaks in our hearts, the images we make will heal our wounds, mend our brokenness. If we think clearly and carefully about the power of our images, and in our looking, see past the barriers, the walls that have been constructed between one person and another, we may one day stumble upon the Divine we’ve been trying all along to find.”
To me, if we are really observing or “seeing” when we photograph…it’s those moments of waiting…whether it’s for a person to removed themselves from the scene (or to appear!)…for the lighting to provide the perfect tone or contrast…or as Phillips’ describes…”waiting for the fawn to rise up from its cozy bed of green.” (Oh, if I could only write like that!) Not to just take a picture (which I think as a photographer most of us go through this stage) but to capture a scene that has meaning; one worthy to share, to make a difference in the world, to heal.
It’s been three years now on my photography journey, and oh how I can totally relate to the message in this chapter. Looking back, it was click, click click to document, document, document my experience. But I didn’t necessarily have the feeling. It’s only this past year that feeling the moment, feeling the intimacy in this new awareness…has it come front and center. And it’s only the beginning of this new chapter in my life’s journey…
Curious. Have you had this experience with your photography, your art, your writing? Would love to hear.
Next up: Chapter Eleven – The Thin Curved Line
Joining in for the very first time? Catch up on the previous chapters!
Chapter One – Through the Eyes of a Child