21 Life Lessons from Steve Jobs

Indian Summer

Indian Summer

A gift from nature after the frost.

Gentle golden days.

Sensuous and saturated

A souvenir to savor.

III. NATURE.

XXVII.

INDIAN SUMMER.

These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a backward look.

These are the days when skies put on
The old, old sophistries of June, --
A blue and gold mistake.

Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee,
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief,

Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,
And softly through the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf!

Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,

Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!

Emily Dickenson

Wabi -Sabi Quilt

Last week I was looking through my fabric stash and came upon an old quilt top stuffed in a bag at the back off the closet. It is tattered, stained, worn and torn. It has no special history or memories for me. I don't even remember how or where I acquired it, maybe at a thrift shop or a late night EBay purchase. My first thought was, " I should throw this thing out!”

And then I noticed that this anonymous quilt top was hand sewn. Someone spent hours   stitching bits of scrap fabrics, perhaps from her blouse, a worn-out but favorite dress, curtains that once covered a kitchen window.  Someone cut the shapes and with needle and thread joined the pieces of cloth to create Ohio Star quilt blocks and then stitch-by-stitch sewed the blocks together to make this quilt top.  A labor of love, patience, and determination that did not reach its final purpose, to be layered with batting and backing and quilted together to make a quilt that would provide warmth and security for someone. On no, I couldn't toss this quilt top into the trash without giving it a chance to  a purpose.

After a washing, I hung it on the line, sat down on the steps and watched the tattered quilt top .  As it waved and flapped in the breeze, the words wabi-sabi came to mind.

Wabi-sabi is a Japanese esthetic that finds beauty in the imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete. “ If an object or expression can bring about, within us, a sense of melancholy and a spiritual longing, the object could be said to wabi-sabi.” [1]

I watched the   wabi-sabi quilt dry in the wind as the words; nothing lasts, nothing is perfect, nothing is finished, went around and around in my mind. 

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[1]Koren, Leonard (1994). Wabi-Sabi for Artists, Designers, Poets and Philosophers. Stone Bridge Press. 

From My Window

It seems that at some point, even the most intrepid photographers have taken retreat inside to view, contemplate and record the world from their window. Stieglitz, Steichen, Kertesz, Sudek, Eugene Smith and Ruth Orkin (to name a few) have made photographs of the world outside while perched by a window with their camera.

In February 2011 I moved from Southern California to Brooklyn, New York. Disoriented by the extreme change of local and   I have  retreated to view the world through a window. inside looking out, contemplating the new urban environment.

My window of choice faces the East. The view includes; apartment windows, brick walls, roof tops, a large slice of sky and a magnificent   thirty four story art deco building, Williamsburgh Savings (now called One Hanson).

 I am mesmerized by this building;  a constant in a continuum of change.   It is my timepiece, anchor and true north as I learn to navigate my new life in Brooklyn.

Wiliamsburgh Savings Brooklyn, NY

Darkroom to Digital

http://fractionmag.blogspot.com/2011/06/film-and-digital-dead-horse-whinnies.html


I have been struggling with the transition from shooting film to shooting digital. Though I was "brought up" on shooting film and long hours in the beautiful cave of the darkroom, I feel that I must push on with digital to find that source that lead me to the love of the photograph without the silver and chemicals.

Any thoughts?

Spring has sprung !

Spring has sprung and it is seems especially spectacular to me after a long, cold and snowy winter here in Brooklyn. Trees are blossoming (sniff, sniff), so are the   daffodils and tulips. Sidewalk cafes bustling, windows opening and   winter coats are in the closet. Today,  I let my winter white legs out and donned a pair of shorts.  Tomorrow, after a pedicure, I’ll get out my sandals,  renew my wardrobe and psyche to lighter hues and lofty thoughts.

April 24, 2011

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