Sunday, January 1, 2017

The First of a New Year: My Best


I really didn't have a photo I thought of as my best.
This photo was taken last month, on a cold day.
There were dead hosta, lying gold and 
translucent in their beds. 
Then I turned to see one bright rose,
shining brightly as the late afternoon sun 
heated the limestone block, 
and chill breezes froze everything 
else to the ground.

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Ubiquitous


Looking like some odd portrait for a family
of circus acrobats, these chairs are stacked in a backyard
on Indy's Old Northside neighborhood.
The neighborhood is made up of numerous homes
in various stages of restoration, renewal,
and remodeling.


These pictures were taken Wednesday evening
as I walked a couple blocks from 
the bus stop to the Indiana Landmarks Center.
At one corner, a contractor who obviously
 took pride in his work, had embedded
a small plaque in a sidewalk he had installed.
While I couldn't find information
related to the sidewalks in this neighborhood,
Mr. Foster was responsible for the
construction of sidewalks, about a half
mile away, in July of 1893.
Here, nearly 125 years later, the quality
of the man's work is still apparent
in that it is still in use.


Tuesday, November 1, 2016

November Theme Day: Out of Focus


My little camera is too small to take super-sharp 
action pictures. It's too dark in the Natatorium to get
clear shots of the swimmers at speed: 
in natural light, they appear blurred, but when I
adjust the shutter speed, the light goes away.
However, I actually like some of the results, which I
use as reference for my drawings.
At times, the swimmers seem elongated,
 becoming even more a part of the water.
I like to watch how the liquid moves and flows
around their bodies, separates and then
rejoins its fluid self as the swimmer
passes through.
When I am swimming myself, I like
to see the water flowing past my goggles
when I turn to breathe; the more correctly 
I am able to swim, the more
quickly the water seems to pass.
I actively look for it and know to adjust 
my technique if it isn't happening.
And then ... and then, when I look at the bottom,
the water breaks the gridded tile into
facets and even the long black stripe becomes
diamonds, drifting away into a blur.
The theme for the first day of November, 
in case you haven't figured it out,
is Out of Focus. To see how other members of
the City Daily Photo portal have
interpreted the theme, just click on the
nearby link, or on the CDP badge
to the right of this post. 

Friday, October 21, 2016

Abstract with Red Splotch and Little Green Seeds


More street art, where the red splotch
took on a batch of tiny seeds,
reminded me of the work of abstract-
expressionist artist Robert Motherwell.
Maybe its appropriate, because
I was just leaving the Herron School of Art
when I saw this tiny bit of color
on the granite steps to the building.

Beside the Sea, no. 45. 1967
Acrylic and ink on paper

Monday, October 17, 2016

Gone Swimmin'


I got up early Saturday morning to be able 
to get to a swim meet on time. Afraid I'd sleep through 
the electronic beep of my radio alarm, 
I hadn't slept much the night before, so I was up
at 5 a.m., showered, had breakfast, made certain
my backpack had all the stuff I needed,
then left to catch the 5:45 bus.
A few minutes later, the bus rolled up, a giant
black box on wheels that held its light inside,
a lantern I could sit inside as the beacon
made its way downtown.


After transferring to a second bus
I arrived at an intersection where I walked
a few blocks east to the Ruth Lilly
Recreation Center found an outside entrance 
to the pool then sat down to watch the U of I
swim team's morning practice. 
On the way, I saw a lot of sculptures
dotting the campus grounds, some of them swooping
into space, others coming out of the ground,
as though born there.
The just emerging dawn lent a fresh feel
to the atmosphere and I felt as though I was
the first to see the world that day,
clean and new, unspoiled by greed and
current events.


Sunday, September 11, 2016

It Ain't Easy ...


It's rained off and on nearly all weekend,
sometimes a gentle, misting shower, other times
a drenching downpour.
This was indicated by the way the rain
had soaked the utility pole on West 86th Street.
Wind had blown the precipitation nearly
around the pole, leaving a long, dry streak on
its north side. The result was a lovely,
jade green band in the middle of a field of
almost olive green.