This is not in the same league as Nessie or Bigfoot, but as I was attempting to photograph a lady bug on Queen’s Anne lace yesterday, a honey bee arrived to steal the show. A bit of online research reveals that bees seldom visit a plant that is—according to the US Department of Agriculture—a noxious weed.
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen. — Francois de la Rochefoucauld
A flake of snow brought the avalanche down. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
And a picture set the blog in motion.
Thanks to my friend Mike, for his reminder.
In February, amongst Yellowstone’s geysers, the earth’s breath ascends into a frigid winter day.
I’ll lift you and you lift me, and we’ll both ascend together. — John Greenleaf Whittier
A still, overcast morning… the English village of Coniston not yet awake… resuming our walk on the Cumbria Way before breakfast… Kathy and I came upon a ewe and her lamb resting beside the trail. The serenity I experienced in that moment returns each time I view this picture, which is perhaps my favorite from that memorable trip.
Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time; serenity, that nothing is. —Thomas Szasz
As a photographer who began with film and will end with digital, the advances in the medium’s technologies (especially computer software) have transformed it in ways I didn’t imagine even ten years ago—is it photography? Illustration? Painting? The lines have blurred; whether you believe this has been an improvement or not will determine your approach to art.
With photography, you’ve captured a moment in time – it’s that moment only – and in painting, you play with it; you manipulate how time is presented. It’s about fantasy and illusion and the creation of desire. — Mickalene Thomas
Every season is a rehearsal for next year.
When in doubt wear red. — Bill Blass
Showing her age but still smiling, a full-bodied example of roadside advertising survives from an era when rounded usually meant but one thing.
I was the first woman to burn my bra – it took the fire department four days to put it out. — Dolly Parton