Tuesday, December 29, 2009

This photograph taken last June at Natirar (Raritan backwards) in New Jersey is particularly important to  me.  It has a very wabi-sabi affect...the bridge's decay, and the spring's floral renewal...has a powerful resonance of my father's world of the Philadelphia of his youth.  So many places we visited in Fairmount Park, Germantown, and along the Schulkyl River in my early childhood had this 19th century ethos about them, that it has become an indelible emotional chord.  I am not a student of Asian or Japanese culture, but some of the few elements I have come to understand are remarkable and valuable additions to my linear and "contemporary" American world view. It's good to go slowly, and savor the moment. 

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Monday, December 7, 2009

Behind our house is a secret treasure of great beauty.  The secret gets out when the fog rolls in, or the snow covers every branch and twig, or a wonderful light suffuses the woods.   It's almost embarassing to relate how easy it is to throw open a window and point the camera where the eye rests, or carry the camera out on the deck with not much more than a robe and slippers to confront the weather.   As it says over on the right, it just isn't necessary to travel very far to find film worthy subjects...they're in our own backyard.