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I remembered seeing another feather earlier this morning.  It lay upon the floor and I thought how lovely nestled at the foot of the bed. After photographing the little feather in the glass, I collected the larger feather upon the floor.  And it too was a joy to photograph.

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I was racing around and suddenly grew thirsty. I picked up a glass by the bed and just happened to look down before I swallowed the little feather that had slipped out of its pillow to drift into my glass.  And so, did I then empty the glass and relieve my thirst? Nope. I raced around to different light sources to see how best to illuminate this unexpected treat.

 

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… it struck the bottom of the glass where it lay in its rack …

… and it was beautiful, too.

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That same day there was a glass on the table, and it too filled with light. As you might imagine, it was a very hard day to concentrate. It would have been easy to pull down some shades or find a dark corner, but I do declare, I just couldn’t do it.  I have no regrets even though I had to stay up a bit late to finish some writing assignments.

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The tree I photograph most often through the rippled window is dead.  The greenery and blooms captured throughout the seasons are mostly from vines like forsythia, ivy and something holly-like.  With each storm, more of the tree falls to the ground, whole branches and bits of bark.

For safety’s sake, at some point soon, whoever owns that particular piece of ground will have to chop that tree down.  The woodpeckers will certainly miss their perch and the insects that they dine upon will miss their home.  The vines I suspect will continue to thrive.

Even cut off at the base, they always seem to come back, finding new objects to drape upon. And the moss is ever present.

 

Adjacent is the neighbor’s garden.  He did quite well his first season with a multi-tiered, lush affair of eggplant and kale, tomatoes and cauliflower.

I expect he grew potatoes, too, like me.  And I know for sure I saw the green beans climbing up their strings.

As December looms, all that’s left are the relics of dark greens and tomatoes that I guess the city rabbits and city squirrels couldn’t figure out how to get.

There is the chain link fence but that doesn’t prevent his cat from getting out so I’d think that wouldn’t prevent other animals from getting in.  If I do my local Open Studios next year, perhaps I will focus on prints of scenes through the rippled glass.

One window, many views.  We’ll see.  Ideas are easy. It is the follow-through that’s hard. FYI, these are untouched photos of views in this early morning’s light.

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Through the rippled window in black and white.

Where’s the beauty?

I’m not sure.

I just know I find it all mesmerizing.

And I hope you enjoy.

Here’s the view in spring.

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a view of the window with curtain sunlit …

and leaves, green and gold, through the rippled glass.

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For many weeks, I’ve admired its shape at the window, and how the morning and afternoon light fills its form. A beautiful green vessel, for sure, that empty sake bottle. I’m always shifting things about but that bottle I have not moved since placing it at that window.  I began to wonder why.

I think it is the layering of the bottle’s illuminated form against the living, shifting greens of the oak tree outside.  As the wind blows and the branches shift, bits of blue sky or gray sky are intermittently revealed. The background is constantly in flux.  The scene of bottle against tree is a still life always in motion.

And yet even as I celebrate the serendipitous layering of light and color at the kitchen window, I also could not help but wonder what would the scene reveal with the absence of color.

Simply beauty expressed in a different way.

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At the beginning of May, I did a post, spring images through the double rippled glass.  Now that May nears its end, and the weather is almost consistently warm, one set of windows has been removed.  And guess what? The remaining window is a bit pitted and rippled in places too!

The bright gold forsythia flowers visible in the previous post are gone, but as I recently tried to convince a young friend, even with no flowers, green plants and hanging vines are quite beautiful.

Through the single pane, the morning light seems to shine differently, and the spring winds seem to send the vegetation moving in a different dance. My imagination is still stirred at what’s captured just by pausing for a moment.  The following image reminds me of Munch’s The Scream … though in a happier way.

And these images (only the last one altered in GIMP) remind me of those forest portals where reside dragons and other magical folk … though that thought must be influenced by recent viewings of Game of Thrones.

And, if I lift my camera above the spring green, and look up into the sky?  This is what I see, through the rippled glass.

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