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I’ve decided to end the year on a high note by sharing the words and images of others, as well as my own.  First up, a new rendition of Jingle Bells.  Yes, Christimas has passed but as I look out at the remnants of the Blizzard of 2010, I’m still feeling rather jolly and in the holiday spirit.

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If I uploaded the song correctly (you know me and technology), then simply click on the above link.  Lead singers are Arianna and Sana with Natasha, Mark and Nicki in the background.  Sana, I am pleased to share, is my young cousin, a talented young woman with a beautiful voice and an artist’s eye.  Below is a self-portrait she painted in high school.  Enjoy and have a good day!

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As I walked along the Charles River yesterday, I found myself transfixed by the winter grasses and the bared branches of the trees.  In the winter light, they became surreal.

Today, as I write this post, a gentle snow falls in the city.  I’ll be curious to see what the river looks like tomorrow!

 

 

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For my friend Melissa I photograph frogs.  For Anulfo, I am trying to track down calla lilies.  And for Emily, I keep my eyes open for owls, like this little stone fella.

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A Bird came down the walk —

He did not know I saw —

He bit an Angleworm in halves

And ate the fellow, raw, …

In her poem, A Bird came down the walk, Emily Dickinson doesn’t mention what species of bird she saw devouring its wee prey, but I know the bird I saw engaged in a similar act this past Sunday.

I saw him as I talked on the phone with a friend.  I pace as I talk and so I wandered from window to window on the 2nd floor of the house in which I live.  At some point I paused to look out into the morning as people raced by with umbrellas for the coming rains.  I was about to turn away, to resume my pacing.  I almost didn’t look up.  How close I came to missing the hawk atop the light pole, plucking at its prey. As he ate, the people below remained unaware of his presence and seemingly never noticed the few bits of fur and bone at their feet.  The bird noticed them and he noticed me, cocking his head to stare, until he finally finished his meal.  An unbelievable gaze to be sure.  I’ve got some video footage that I may be able to share at some point, but meanwhile, here’s the gaze of another feathered fellow.  He stared me down one day along the Charles River Esplanade.

Do you believe in animal totems?  Well, the hawk would certainly be one of mine!

 

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A very gray day here in the Boston area.  Makes it easy to spend time creating these colorful prints.  Not sure of their final presentation.  Maybe print them out on watercolor paper and place in a dark wood frame?  Perhaps print on silk and create a scarf or a wall hanging?  All of the images are of branches reflected in water.

 

 

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Looking for a quick Monday morning photography project, my eyes settled upon a bottle of violet liqueur. I decided to photograph a bit of the purplish liquid in a small clear glass.

The sun came out as I was setting up the shot, and suddenly reflected in the surface of the liqueur were the leaves of herbs and other plants nearby, including an African Violet.  I plucked a blossom and photographed violet upon violet.

Then I decided to try my hand at changing some of the digital features.

I’ve yet to finish reviewing and processing many of the images, but so far I think the sepia ones have turned out best. 😉

 

 

 

 

 

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I used to write a lot of fantasy short stories.  This fellow, whose acquaintance I made this morning, certainly inspires me to try my hand again at the genre.  He reminds me of a winged Little Prince staring off into the depths of space, dreaming of home.  But that’s the romantic in me.

In fact, my alien prince is a petite moth who settled upon a warm window that, unfortunately for it, grew cold in the night.

By morning when I saw it, it rested in the melting condensation.

A few photos and then with the most minimal image manipulation, my buggy friend became an errant prince embarking into the unknown.

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When my friend R. received documents to edit, one of the first things she did was to break up the text and fiddle with margins.  She explained to me that she was creating white space, i.e. giving the reader’s eyes a place to rest.  This morning the concept of white space came to mind as I pondered which photo to share.  An image not so busy or full of color.  A difficult task, but then I remembered this photo of a rain-kissed flower.

 

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