Sky And Sand And Sea

Nothing is as beautiful as purity.

Shapes and forms catch my eye, the arrangement of lines, colors and shadows and light moving over them.

In That Summer Day

I was waiting for Mariellen to finish up in the Ladies Room on fine day in Boston a few years ago. Across the reflecting pool from me was a series of benches. Not a wader was in sight.

The sun was perfec, gently warming the benches, attracting all sorts of City Life. I wondered, from my "surveillance post" what the conversations were, what the lovers said to each other, where the walkers had come from, where they were going. They entered and left, or lingered talking.

They linger still, walk still and love still in that summer day

Something Renoir Missed?

Henry T. Welby of happy memory taught himself how to paint and devoted his time in retirement to copying many of Renoir's masterpieces. He also taught me to appreciate the fellow (and himself, too.)

So now, as I wander around I see things which might have caught both of their eyes...or all four of them.

This scene seems likely to me to have been one of them. From their particular vantage point, as i was there with camera in hand, I thought of them sitting and tried to do their vision justice.

Henry, for those who never had the pleasure to meet him, was the uncle of my first wife, herself of happy memory. He was a man.

The State of The Nation

Every once in a while I come across something like this, a visual metaphor for the way things look to me. Here's Old Glory in a stiff breeze above a full load of garbage on the way to the dump. Who knows but what she isn't the topper on the load.