Light moves through

Archive for October, 2011

Halloween Flight

Autumn arrives in so much orange, in a lifting of sky and settling low cloud. The ground gives up an astounding array of color and light, an incredible feast that bears traces of loss. We tromp out into the fields to gather the last big abundance before the rains. I love this season, love the feel of air and the slope of sun to the south, the streaks of geese on their way and the falling dark. The boundary between worlds thins, and though we cover it with costumes to hide our fear, there is a beauty in knowing that what dies isn’t gone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Wedded Light

As Reverend Blue Sky, I’ve been honored to be the officiant at a number of wonderful weddings, standing with the lovely couple at the edge of an incredible place, learning the language in which they speak of love enough to offer a small translation to their gathered community. As I develop my photography practice, I’m finding a new way to perceive and share the light of the wedding day.

These are images from Rachel and Ned’s wedding on the Mendocino Coast, Oz Farm. No shots of people, just the ambient surrounds that held such a lovely time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


What’s In A Name

Your three Floral Friday rose facts, taken from the Portland International Rose Test Garden website.

  • The world’s largest rose-bush is located in Tombstone, Arizona. It is almost two hundred years old and is adorned with more than two hundred thousand white blooms when in full bloom. Its trunk is nearly six feet in diameter, and its branches form a canopy large enough to shelter a crowd of 150 people.
  • Until the early nineteenth century, dried rose petals were believed to have mysterious powers [I still believe they do-NT]. Napoleon gave his officers bags of rose petals to boil in white wine to cure lead poisoning from bullet wounds.
  • Perhaps the oldest painting in the world depicts a five-petaled pink rose. It resides in a cave on the island of Crete and dates to about 1450 BC.

The first two photographs are from that very Test Garden. The last two are from my momentary studio (one was previously published here but has been reworked some) and I assure you were not the result of teen angst devastation heartbreak; rather, I wanted to free that rambunctious color to exultant motion before it simply paled and fell. Better to…

The wakizashi might be a bit much, but you know, sometimes you just hafta throw a sword in there.