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Showing posts with label shadows. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shadows. Show all posts

Friday, June 25, 2010

Tepee SkyWatch and Reflection

We met the kids at Tamastlikt Cultural Institute to visit the museum. The outdoor exhibit featured examples of dwelling construction over many centuries. This one was a below ground  living area. The Tepee frame would be covered with tightly woven willows.
From the other side it was reflected in the museum windows.

Different types of dwellings met the needs of the people at different times and in different circumstances.

This reminds me of the summer lodge of the Yakamas. The Tamastlikt Museum is operated by the Confederated Tribes of the Cayuse, Umatilla, and Walla Walla. The boys noted common images and themes from the tribes they study in Arizona, and we saw patterns similar to those we saw in Alaska and British Columbia. It is good to recognize those connections among all people.

A group of young people were doing beadwork in the outdoor area. One of the boys expressed interest in trying some beadwork, so I will be looking for some simple patterns and instructions, as well as some more beads and supplies for our camping trip with all the kids next week.

SkyWatch sights will be found at the dedicated SkyWatch site, and Weekend Reflections at James's Newtown Daily Photo.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

My World extends far beyond my small town

When we dropped into Death Valley, we dropped out of communication with anything outside. Oops! Can't return that call after all.




Oh! could have saved these for Skywatch!

The many colors of the soil show what a storehouse of various minerals were found here.



This is called Artist's Palette.









Where water has washed through the area, there is plant life--scanty--thin--and scraggly.


...and where water hasn't been, the badlands.

This was my world for a couple of days last week. Not posted then because we were totally out of
touch. See other worlds here.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Death Valley Days


We had an interesting trip to Death Valley National Park. More later.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Novography - and the business of criticism

Christmas trees might bedeck the malls and Phoctober might be long over but I'm still out there with my camera snapping away - and calling it Novography - thanks to Sameera. And of course, as usual, unable to help myself, I've been playing... So I started with the two images below...





And was then drawn to the inside of the vase itself...



And unable to let well enough alone, I then doddled into the digital darkroom...



The pic above is one of a series - I had a fine old time with lighting effects to create a range of images which look like molten metal - very cool, if I say so myself - well, okay, so I think so anyway! And needless to say, on a few some bubbles also arose. What can I say, I'm playing, I'm having fun - isn't that what creativity is all about? No, don't go getting all purist on me, I just won't have it. I'll sit here and play devil's advocate and insist that creativity is about what I enjoying making and seeing/reading/hearing.

Which sort of brings me to something which has been rattling around in my head for a while now. This notion of the critic and "what is art". While I have been known in my time to be a literary and artistic snob, I do take serious issue with the line of the critic. What gives any one person the right to sit in judgement over the creative outpourings of another? Yes, I've heard all the stock in trade arguments about education, and standards and what is considered "good" literature, art, music, etc. - along with all the other arguments about the role of the critic to inform the great unwashed masses. But for me it always comes back to two things: Judgement and arrogance. And both, it has long struck me, stem from insecurity which stems from fear (which is the direct counter to love - this is a whole other topic which I may - or not - address at a later date). And fear, let me point out, inevitably results in divisiveness. Now, why, I want to know, can the person who paints chocolate box paintings, and the person who enjoys those images, not just be left alone to indulge in that enjoyment? If Joe Blogs prefers the floral tributes on canvas painted by his Aunty Maud to the squares and angles of Picasso or Braque, must he immediately be seen as some kind of philistine?

It's a contentious argument, I know, but one which I had a fine time making earlier this year when in conversation with a man who is undertaking his Masters degree in Creative Writing. His position was very much one of the literary snob. And it's a position that I not only find arrogant but also elitist. It's an approach, I think, which serves to further highlight our differences, to focus on that age old position that some of us are so much better than the rest of you. "We read Proust, Voltaire, Zola, you read Grisham, Deighton and Steele. Pah and bah humbug." I'm not, let me point out, in this instance referring to badly written material, but I am speaking about that which is considered "non-literary".

I suppose it is less the detail of the matter I object to than the "grand vision", the bigger picture - the indictment of our already divided humanity that some should persist on creating further divides, forming more labels - this is acceptable, that is not. "If you read this you are unobjectionable, if you read that, you simply cannot, my dear, be allowed admittance to the rarefied air of our inner circle. Go away, you horrible, narrow, little person."

I could witter on, and I admit to dealing with a complex topic rather simplistically - but one has to start somewhere and I'm not about to attempt either an essay or a dissertation on a blog!
So, now that I may have dropped the proverbial cat in amongst the pigeons, what do you think? C'mon over to comments and let's chat.

Meanwhile I leave you with some of these to smile at or growl over...

“The public is the only critic whose opinion is worth anything at all”
Mark Twain

“Write how you want, the critic shall show the world you could have written better.”
Oliver Goldsmith

“A critic is someone who never actually goes to the battle, yet who afterwards comes out shooting the wounded.”
Tyne Daly

“The critic is a man who prefers the indolence of opinion to the trials of action.”
John Mason Brown


Hmm, and now I'm left wondering how on earth this line of thinking arose - I had planned an entirely different post for today. Oh well, thank goodness there's tomorrow!

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Bubbles in Bottles

On the second last day of Phoctober... bubbles, bottles, light and shadows.








Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Floral messages in a bottle

Phoktober continues...

Playing with light, water, glass, shadows, reflections and flowers again.


Beauty rests in simplicity.






Things are seldom what they seem.







Light creates magic.


Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Shadows

Continuing with The Moon Topple's Phoctober Photographic Phun... (would that he'd chosen a different name... Phoctober, indeed! Tsk.)

It's amazing how much more we see when we really look. "Observe. You must learn to observe properly," my father always told me. "Look, notice the detail, see the subtleties of difference and similarity..." And so I observed shadows.

We know there are shadows all around us but do how often do we stop to reflect on them. Pointing a camera lens into a shadow, somehow the world becomes the shadow. The shadow gains its rightful place, becomes focussed within the camera's eye. We take so much for granted, we fail to see so much. Looking at life, the world, ourselves, through the lens of a camera opens up whole new worlds and new ways of seeing. Who'd have thought shadows could be this evocative. Strange that we should forget just how real they are.

Sun's ray inverted

Fusing day with the night

Light and dark interplay