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I was walking along the Charles River, years ago, when I saw this hawk taking flight.  I just happened to bring my camera up in time.  I don’t know what I expected to capture but memory is fickle and so I must have wanted something to help me remember the beauty of that moment, of the hawk’s motion.

There was no music by the river that day as there is in this short video of ballet dancer David Hallberg.  And it is the combination of his motion with the music of Olafur Arnald that made me pause, mesmerized … and inspired to move.  I will never move like Mr. Hallberg but it was interesting to be reminded of the physical self when it is too easy to get stuck to a chair behind a keyboard.

Director Eric K. Yue states that the video is “… less about the dance or context of a story, but rather a state of mind …” into a dancer’s preparations. I don’t see much ballet on stage but after watching this video I am tempted to seek some out.  Enjoy the video when you can. 😉

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A friend passed this leaf and its mate on the sidewalk.  Struck by their beauty, she paused, picked them up and asked herself, “What can I do with these? I know! I’ll give them to Cynthia to photograph.”  How humbling is that? 😉

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Back in the summer, I wrote a piece about finding inspiration in the dark.  As autumn progresses, I find myself still dabbling in the medium.

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You know something spectacular is happening when you see drivers pulling to the side of the road so that they can take out their cameras and smart phones to snap a picture of the sky, or to simply stare in wonder.

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Well, not really.  A friend hung a large poster print of a photograph I took of 4 maidens in Edwin Abbey’s mural depicting scenes from the search for the Holy Grail.  As I photographed the poster and how it appeared in his home, I began to notice the reflections in the picture frame.

The layering of images, especially in black and white, appeared ghostly to me.

The effect was heightened by some rather moody music playing in the background at a local music festival.

In any case, I hope my friend enjoys his poster.

That poster print and other items are available here.

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like sunrise

and sunset.

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… some bubbled with age and double paned

through which are seen such sights as red eyes staring back

and which draw the hands of visiting young artists.

They are portals onto worlds of concrete and asphalt …

and dead trees …

branches… all of which are places where great beauty can still be found.

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… in color and in black and white…

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As a child in Virginia I never imagined that I’d spend so much time as an adult in a place like Trinity Church watching sunlight stream through stained glass windows and play upon walls designed and painted by the likes of artist John La Farge.  This is a photograph of one of those murals.  I’m pleased at how it turned out as a postcard.  Soon to be available in the church Book Shop.  There is a wealth of information available in books and online about John La Farge.  I found particularly interesting this article about the rivalry between La Farge and Louis Comfort Tiffany.  Below are a few additional images of the murals.  Just a tease really because no picture can compare to the real thing. 😉

Learn more about the artist John LaFarge, architect Henry Hobson Richardson and much more on the church website.

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the oak tree

Windows On The World is a series on The Paris Review website where writers share the world they see through their windows.  Once I read the latest entry by Taiye Selasi about her view from her room in Italy, I could not help but get up and peer through the windows of the place where I live.  I live in one of the densest cities in the U.S., and yet I am surrounded by just the right amount of tall trees, clambering vines, pigeons, sparrows, sea gulls, squirrels, raucous blue jays and occasional hawks to feel immersed in the wild.  Of course when I step out my front door I feel a bit differently.  I am most lucky because of the oak tree.  Here is how it influences my view this morning.

steve's books piled high

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