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Ruth Bernhard, photographer

"The ground we walk on, the plants and creatures, the clouds above constantly dissolving into new formations -- each gift of nature possessing its own radiant energy, bound together by cosmic harmony." --Ruth Bernhard

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Jane Worth and Monica Dahl

Two of my favorite people in Key West, at the Annie Dillard exhibition, The Gallery on Greene, Key West

Annie Dillard and gathering at The Gallery on Greene, Key West

 

 

 

 

in Molly's Garden

Sunrise, Wednesday morning -- from White Street Pier

from my corner of the world

Juliet and Romeo

a lot of what I know about stalking images I learned from these two in the yarden on Seidenberg --

new work

view from the patio at Pepe's on Caroline Street

Alfred, 'splaining things

...while mother Molly the Unsinkable and I listen

Anonymous Garden

Afternoon Stalking

Timing is everything. Time is now.

-- thinking about tomorrow's "Strategy Workshop: Getting Where You Want To Go As An Artist" at The Studios of Key West [with Naomi Cohn, "poet, professional coach and strategic planner for non-profits and individual artists...currently in residence at TSKW"]

-- certainly, it is my desire to devote full attention to my heart/mind's wishes...It is fortunate that I have employment that is financing the beginnings of this future I am pursuing. The time will come, when I make transition from living in two worlds and begin to "sing a simple song", and fulfill the development of the crafts I began so long ago, before necessity required that I shift gears. The idea of blooming, blossoming, unfolding, unfurling, of noticing/observing and expressing that process, appeals to my nature and I want to feed it.

-- earlier this afternoon I was taking a break and reading Jeanette Winterson's novel, The PowerBook. Her character says: "Here's my life, steel-hitched at one end into my mother's belly, then thrown out across nothing, like an Indian rope trick. Continually I cut and retie the rope. I haul myself up, slither down. What keeps the tension is the tension itself -- the pull between what I am and what I can become. The tug of war between the world I inherit and the world I invent."

The timing was inspiring.

The character goes on to say: "I keep pulling at the rope. I keep pulling as hard as I can. If the rope starts to fray in places, it doesn't matter. I am so tightly folded, like a fern or an ammonite, that as I unravel, the actual and the imagined unloose together, just as they are spliced together -- life's fibres knotted in time."

Instrumental moment in Santa Fe -- October 2009

one thing leads to another

[it's celtic blood runs through my veins]


It was that phrase I searched, finding this, and in finding that, I found this. I'll understand better what this means to me later, but for now I  appreciate serendipitous connection.


Many of you will find the links on Lang's website interesting and useful.

Lignum Vitae, matted and framed

"Lignum Vitae" -- Dr. Monica Dahl has three prints of this image [from my Monica's Yarden series] -- 

this is the first matted and framed --

Rooster comes a callin'