Because it is so cold outside I thought I would share a personal image from a few summer's ago. Yup, that is me, holding on tightly. About a minute after the photo was taken, probably by my daughter, the tube flipped over with me caught underneath. I was not able to push the tube away from on top of me or swim under it. I was under for probably less than a minute. My husband who quickly brought the boat back around as soon as he saw that I flipped, realized that I was caught underneath and grabbed the tube to release me. Always the adventure. Love summer!
Yes, life sometimes does get in the way of the "once in a while blog." So rather than getting into a month by month account, I thought I would highlight a new recent favorite image and talk a little about the story behind the image.
So being that it is summer and this is the image in my home page, I thought it would be appropriate to talk a little about this image. This image is actually a composite of about 5 different images -- the sky, the clouds, the small wooden pier on the left, the water, and the old jetty in the middle. The original image consisted of the jetty leading our eye into the ocean. As I made my image I envisioned something a little different. I imagined what this area must look like at high tide with the ocean water actually slowly moving over the decaying jetty. I made a few more images being sure to capture the movement of the waves, the small pier, and the clouds. I had an idea of what I wanted to do. It was as if I was standing there putting it all together in my mind's eye. "Cape May High Tide, " is the final result of my efforts and is what I had envisioned. Enjoy!
My father in law was a great artist. He was not famous or known. He was a shy, quiet man. He had no formal education. He however, had a true gift. He could look at something, and just draw what he saw. He could build something out of nothing. He was an observer and enjoyed bringing things to life. My father in law passed away recently. I will miss him. What I will always remember about him was how generous he always was in sharing his gift with others and creating art that would bring a smile to your face. I was inspired to create the video that follows. It is dedicated to my father in law. Please hit the arrow to view.
About a year ago, I had the opportunity to visit the
with my husband to see the Robert Frank exhibit, Looking In: Robert Frank's The Americans. What a great exhibit it was! Robert Frank is a living photographic legend and a master photographer. His photographs documented America and what it meant to be American. The prints themselves were beautifully printed and simply presented. Those photographs historically depicted an America of a time gone by. They revealed to the viewer looking in, a historical pictorial account of America. As I viewed each of the great images presented, I could not help but wonder about the people in the photographs? Who were they? What kind of lives did they lead? Where are they now?
I came upon the "Barnacle Shoes" in the photograph above as I was walking along the shore. I had to stop and make the photograph. Looking at these old shoes, I could not help but wonder who they had belonged to. Who had worn the old shoes? Were these shoes from a foreign land and just now washing up on our shores or were they simply discarded, forgotten, or just left behind? The more I looked at the shoes, the more questions I had. I look at these old shoes as Robert Frank must have looked at his subjects when photographing
. I am looking as the observer documenting and asking questions of what I see. I am choosing to make a photograph of barnacle shoes that have washed ashore. It is those of us who are photographic observers and documentarists, who constantly strive to show others that which most people, simply walk by and disregard. Perhaps we too should be more like Robert Frank and "Look In" to our world and help document our pictorial history. Document those things that are important to you and you hold close to your heart-your family, your children, your pets, your loved ones. Document your history so that you will always remember.
Until next time.