Well, this evening, with a few simple snips of fishing filament, I will be taking down “Nature is Never Spent” from Meshuggah.
Thank you to all who visited. Even though I did not visit Meshuggah much during the month it was up as a customer, it was very nice to know as I drove by or contemplated friends sitting there that the exhibit was up around them.
Oh, and if you bought a picture, it should be yours in a very short amount of time. Thank you.
THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
I tend to associate barns with autumn perhaps simply because that is when I pay the most attention to them or perhaps that is when I associate with them being filled for the winter, with bedding down on animals in the cold. This barn, and accompanying silos, did not really seem to be in use at all and summer was making itself manifest around it with weeds, on what was the hottest day of the year. Oh, and I am not sure how old this barn is, but it had some cool, old-looking external lights.
I am not sure exactly what this is, so I am going to call it a heron. It may be, though, that I am wrong and herons are the much bigger birds that fly around at Forest Park. This one was fishing at the base of my favorite little waterfall, waiting for little creatures to come over the falls and snap them up. The bird was remarkably tolerant of my presence. And every time it dipped its head under the falls it would shake itself like a dog and for a few seconds (a remarkably small four seconds or so) it would slip from the sublime to the silly. But there is not really much making fun of this bird for long as it is so lovely with such beautiful lines.
Several weekends ago, I shot photos at a wedding where I really could have used this lens (wow, what a lens), as the pastor did not allow us close to the couple at all. So, I rented one for an outdoor wedding yesterday, where it turns out we did not need it all. Ah, live an learn. Well, I did not want the rental to go to waste, so here is part one of a mini series from Forest Park.
Yesterday, when I took this shot, was the hottest day of the year. The sun bore down all day with very little breeze. This shot, though, feels to me more like today: cool and bright and breezy and full of the possibilities of the blue, open sky.
OK, so that was very poor pun. These are quite nicely done shots, though, from niece Gracie. I especially like the angle on the first one.
My brother Adrian got a nice camera for Christmas and has been letting the kids (carefully) put it to use. Gotta start ’em young…
…fifty percent, is not bad at all for the number of pictures sold in my current photo show. However, I would be happy to sell some more before (or after) the show comes down next Wednesday. Many thanks to everyone who has visited the exhibit either virtually or online. Oh, and if you mention it, this discount still applies.
Still available (in most-to-absolutely-least-surprising order)
Dearest Freshness, Deep Down Things
Sunflowers for Vincent
Maple Seed Still Life
Pull Tab, 2005