Fog and smells

Trees from the Train, 2018, Archival Digital Print

Dense fog has settled over us this morning. It is a misting facial to the land, so damp that droplets form on my skin almost as soon as I go out to feed the birds. The Coyotes are hanging around much closer than last year, and noisy at night. The dogs smell them and growl, then bark, protecting the homestead. When we go out in the morning they immediately find the vile spot that these interlopers marked.  But, me, I am teased by hints of spring and all critters are welcome.

 

The Drawing Line

Before the Rain, 2017, Archival Digital Print

Drawing outside yesterday I was marveling at the tools we have created for ourselves from the first human first noticed his capacity to create a line. Now the choice has expanded through so many tools, points, colors and effects but it hasn’t given a line any more meaning or power nor made the Art of Drawing any better. What power can invest a line in one person’s hand and not another’s.

Deliberate Choices

The Ravine, January 16, Rain, 2016, Archival Digital Print

The Ravine, January 16, Rain, 2016, Archival Digital Print

In the deliberate choices the photographer makes, the image can become a document of seeming distant history.  It is always history, already having happened the moment the photographer’s camera catches the light and the viewer blinks.  But how wide open it is to interpretation!  My double image can be the site of the massacre of members of the French Resistance in Breton in 1940 or the campsite of the Mormons as they left Palmyra or even where mammoth bones were found yesterday morning in Columbia Country, New York.  The label will alter the viewer’s eye.

I continue to be surprised by the wealth of potential in the limited space around my rental here in Claverack.  I search, trying to find home and along the way see visual treasures in the small unnoticed events of the Earth and those who live on it.