sketch of life, 4 (the meadow)

Most mornings, for hours, now, I spend running or walking our new dog. No headphones. Clean air. Purity of moments. I suppose 2015 goals should be coming along in my head....have a few for life, training, creativity, and work. For now, each day, I look forward to finding this light and hearing the wind, as it always has an answer for something.


Morning run in the winter light: the landscape became a black and white version of itself. As a devotee of studying and admiring documentary photography greats--Frank, Friendlander, Mark, Winogrand, Brandt, Bresson, Sander, Salgado, Evans, White--it's a rarity now when the color drains from the world and I get to see again in light/dark tones...I forget to "look" like this as I did so many years ago, when I shot film. It's an Instagram world now...can't stop progress, but I can get nostalgic about film days when I run and see light like this....

don't mess with spring

Happy Spring Equinox, the day of new beginnings, the life cycle beings for one for all. Avoid trimming tress in the spring, so you don't harm those sweet nests far up brimming with little new lives. 

A.M.: I woke to this at the kitchen window...like a shot of coffee in the eye (see Exhibit A photo, the first one). A sunrise while it rained at the same time. Followed by midnight-blue-gray clouds that bent down the entire mountain range and gave us a rainbow.

On one side of the road came the storm. On the other side of the road blasted the sun. Me in the middle. Pagan rituals embrace Spring Equinox as the season of equal light and dark. Fitting. We all have light and dark inside to harmonize us. Without dark, there is no light. Without light, there is no dark. Pretty great way to start a new season....

Plus, I found the graphic novel section at the library. David Small's memoir Stitches is first up....