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Black and White Barn
Why, on a lovely green and gold summer morning, I’d imagine this old barn in black and white, especially when I loved the way all the green around it reflected on the peeling white paint and broken windows. But the details were so clear and varied—tiny details, large areas of darkness or light, regular patterns […]
The Winter’s Tale
Chide me, dear stone, that I may say indeed Thou art Hermione; or rather, thou art she In thy not chiding; for she was as tender As infancy and grace. But yet, Paulina, Hermione was not so much wrinkled, nothing So aged as this seems. The Winter’s Tale, V. ii., Leontes, at seeing his queen, […]
Poem for Saturday: If There Weren’t Morning Glories
I don’t have enough sun to grow morning glories in my yard, so I take advantage of others’ lovely pink and purple trumpets. For years I’ve photographed the morning glories that come up from seeds along the wrought iron fence by my neighbor’s white barn garage in the alley near me. This year they are […]
The Winter’s Tale
Chide me, dear stone, that I may say indeed Thou art Hermione; or rather, thou art she In thy not chiding; for she was as tender As infancy and grace. But yet, Paulina, Hermione was not so much wrinkled, nothing So aged as this seems. The Winter’s Tale, V. ii., Leontes, at seeing his queen, […]
Poem for Thursday: If There Weren’t Morning Glories
I have been kind of obsessed with morning glories in alleys lately—they’ve just suddenly sprung up so I’ve shared some of my old favorites, but I’m trying not to spend too much time on them right now when I’m really busy. If There Weren’t Morning Glories I would get more done if there weren’t morning […]
Glories of the Morning
I’d been waiting for the morning glories to bloom at my neighbor’s house, the one with the big old white barn I’m always photographing. I’m back to that old white barn in my neighbor’s back yard. Each year morning glories grow at the corners and they always look fresh and new, no matter the color. The […]
Window Into the Past
Faded paint, faded wood, faded glass even, dusty with years of grime, so much that this image looks nearly monochromatic, the only coloring offered by the iron oxide from the old nails. It’s that old carriage house in my neighbor’s back yard again. There’s just something I always find so inspiring in its details and […]
The Fence is Only a State of Mind
So what do you call a photo that’s kind of an iconic image? A flower peaking through a fence? Sticking its neck out? Looking for freedom? Taking a risk? That was my first choice. In any case I was on foot on my way back from the bank and had my camera and all my […]
Glories of the Morning
I’d been waiting for the morning glories to bloom at my neighbor’s house, the one with the big old white barn I’m always photographing. I’m back to that old white barn in my neighbor’s back yard. Each year morning glories grow at the corners and they always look fresh and new, no matter the color. The […]
