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the curious blues

But then I did wonder, what if I changed the setting on my camera to cyanotype? How would the red paper appear to me then?  Simply blue, in part.  But I was also reminded of blue lakes and shadowed valleys, smoky mountains, and smoky lounges where women sang the blues.

simply red

It was a square of red tissue paper found in the bottom of a box. Crumpled in a mug sitting next to a window, it captured the winter light well.

dispersion

Dispersion.  The separation of visible light into different colors.  This is simply sunlight shining through a glass of sparkling water. What a wonderful world. 😉

winter windows

Indeed, ice did cover the windows this morning creating beautiful backgrounds, far off landscapes and whole universes.

I even found a rainbow.

the eagle

Close-up of the eagle lectern in the sanctuary at Trinity Church in Copley Square, Boston.

an ice update …

It forms in all sorts of shapes and patterns.

one of these three …

One of the challenges I set for myself at the end of last year was to practice what I was preaching which was encouraging other people to submit their creative works to literary and commercial publications.  Towards that end, I submitted three images of a Somerville sunset to the online literary magazine, The Critical Pass.  I was honored that one of the images was selected to appear in the current issue, viewable via this link.  While, if you choose, you can easily discover which of these three images was selected, I hope you’ll have time to browse the other works in this issue, as well,  from the thoughtful Letter from the Editor to a wonderful interview with a 15-year old poet (pp. 18-20).

FYI, each of these images is available in my Zazzle Shop here, here and here.

in the winter times

While I cannot say I am ready for the arctic blast that is apparently striking the east coast next week, I am a bit curious to see what icy formations will appear on the windows next.

 

practicing patience

It is an everlasting gift given to me by my parents. An appreciation for gardening.  I’m grateful that so far no matter where I have lived I have been able to play with seeds and soil.  Along the way, I have always learned something. One of those recent learnings was the genesis of this new photo essay, Practicing Patience, now appearing on Creativity PortalI hope you enjoy.