Light from the bedroom slider doors twisted into a window of reflection. I didn’t capture how it appeared on my outside wall reflected thru my porch window. It was an amazing scene. Reflections come in many forms. In thoughts of hope or memories. Young childs hand touching on rain pools surface. Before the naming things had begun. When a stump might be a bear. Or the chair becomes a chair. Can you Remember these moments?
Your relationship with the moon follows mine fairly closely. I didn't care much about it until I became a crone and cherished its revitalizing energy each month. It has soothed many a nightmare when viewed at 4 a.m. from my garden. This particular moon, however, has been so elusive, I wrote a 50-word story about it for Justin Deming's latest prompt. Here it is:
Skyward (Deming prompt)
I saw you just days ago, hanging in that lavender sky over the mountains to the west. After the lonesome time you hid within the earth’s shadow, your reappearance gives me hope. Now all of a sudden, you’re full. What happened during the weeks while you grew and became magnificent?
Meanwhile, I loved your photos and focus on one subject line. My favorite photo is the orange and white banister spindles. The ones along the top are bleached out by the sunlight while the perpendicular slanted line is enriched by the bending of the light. Physics is a magical thing indeed. Thank you for these insights into the everyday.
Dear Fran, my favorite photo was Tomo Ramen. It's perception shift is really interesting. You're right, like a ceiling. I also like it as a kind of metaphor for life. Be ready to look beyond or around perceptions. You have such a great eye. I also love the toothpaste building. All the shadows pointing to the pink house. I live part of each year in Sapporo and in one of the pedestrian tunnels (the downtown is honeycombed with miles of tunnels. The city turned a long section of one of those tunnels into a free art gallery. One time a Buddhist monk who is an artist prepared the most intricate, delicate installation using very thin, multi-color threads. Your photos reminded me of another installation. It was done by an artist who used her snapshots of street scenes --buildings, buses, store fronts (similar to your photos) to create abstract color shapes -- circles, rectangles, squares, triangles -- which represented the store awnings, buses, trash bins, etc. She displayed both her photo and the resulting color shape art side by side. I took pictures of the pictures and it remains one of my favorite art installations. Someday, I'll figure out how to share those with you and everyone. Thank you again, Fran. Your posts are so wonderful. Robin
Fran once again your wonderful observations and devotions to photo captures and prose inspire me. Last week there was a shadow on the full moon. Starting its wanting cycle. Big sky yard here in outer Parkrose. All the stars shining bright but I’m without a better camera so I couldn’t capture that. I wish you well. Thank you.
The bus that comes a block way on Halsey is maybe #17. My eldest grand son goes to the middle school now. His extra curricular is playin the trombone and he is very good at it. And you! What you do. Very cool. I’m Bernie.mortensen @icloud.com. I d love to drink a real coffe with you and have a short visit in your hangout the new coffe shop on sandy in lower Parkrose if it works out for you.
Hi Fran, I hope all is well. This was a meaningful and engaging read. I appreciate you sharing your reflections.
Clever double entendre!
Light from the bedroom slider doors twisted into a window of reflection. I didn’t capture how it appeared on my outside wall reflected thru my porch window. It was an amazing scene. Reflections come in many forms. In thoughts of hope or memories. Young childs hand touching on rain pools surface. Before the naming things had begun. When a stump might be a bear. Or the chair becomes a chair. Can you Remember these moments?
So many beautiful shadows and reflections. Lines and curves and soft shapes to accompany your own.
Your relationship with the moon follows mine fairly closely. I didn't care much about it until I became a crone and cherished its revitalizing energy each month. It has soothed many a nightmare when viewed at 4 a.m. from my garden. This particular moon, however, has been so elusive, I wrote a 50-word story about it for Justin Deming's latest prompt. Here it is:
Skyward (Deming prompt)
I saw you just days ago, hanging in that lavender sky over the mountains to the west. After the lonesome time you hid within the earth’s shadow, your reappearance gives me hope. Now all of a sudden, you’re full. What happened during the weeks while you grew and became magnificent?
Meanwhile, I loved your photos and focus on one subject line. My favorite photo is the orange and white banister spindles. The ones along the top are bleached out by the sunlight while the perpendicular slanted line is enriched by the bending of the light. Physics is a magical thing indeed. Thank you for these insights into the everyday.
You are so right, Sue. Appreciating the moon came with cronehood.
Great photos. I remember my phone number from when I was a child and the numbers began with letters!
Tuxedo 8-1101. In East Portland, the Cherry exchange accounts for all those numbers that started with 24.
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I enjoyed all of the reflections photos. You have such a discerning eye.
I struggled to choose just one for the poll but did so because it’s fun to track results.
Dear Fran, my favorite photo was Tomo Ramen. It's perception shift is really interesting. You're right, like a ceiling. I also like it as a kind of metaphor for life. Be ready to look beyond or around perceptions. You have such a great eye. I also love the toothpaste building. All the shadows pointing to the pink house. I live part of each year in Sapporo and in one of the pedestrian tunnels (the downtown is honeycombed with miles of tunnels. The city turned a long section of one of those tunnels into a free art gallery. One time a Buddhist monk who is an artist prepared the most intricate, delicate installation using very thin, multi-color threads. Your photos reminded me of another installation. It was done by an artist who used her snapshots of street scenes --buildings, buses, store fronts (similar to your photos) to create abstract color shapes -- circles, rectangles, squares, triangles -- which represented the store awnings, buses, trash bins, etc. She displayed both her photo and the resulting color shape art side by side. I took pictures of the pictures and it remains one of my favorite art installations. Someday, I'll figure out how to share those with you and everyone. Thank you again, Fran. Your posts are so wonderful. Robin
Robin, I’ve run photos from subscribers before. Email me at frangardner at hevanet.com. These sound fascinating.
I just tried and the email bounced. Perhaps if you email me (robin@ryortho.com) I can send 2 photos in the reply to your email. Robin
Great photos meet fine prose which was a pleasure to read.
I love all the puddle photos-leaving a comment as that was not one of the multiple choice options.
I meant to make one of the choices “all of them” but forgot.
You’ve got a great eye! All wonderful photos this week.
The puddle that's a question mark or maybe a comma was intriguing to me. Enjoying your observations in Portland from down her in Palm Springs, CA.
Fran once again your wonderful observations and devotions to photo captures and prose inspire me. Last week there was a shadow on the full moon. Starting its wanting cycle. Big sky yard here in outer Parkrose. All the stars shining bright but I’m without a better camera so I couldn’t capture that. I wish you well. Thank you.
Thanks foor your kind comments. I’m coming to Parkrose Middle School twice a week now to mentor a kid. Do you live anywhere near the 22 or 73 bus?
The bus that comes a block way on Halsey is maybe #17. My eldest grand son goes to the middle school now. His extra curricular is playin the trombone and he is very good at it. And you! What you do. Very cool. I’m Bernie.mortensen @icloud.com. I d love to drink a real coffe with you and have a short visit in your hangout the new coffe shop on sandy in lower Parkrose if it works out for you.
You are a damn good photographer, Fran. I was going to praise the first photo, but then you gave me a chance to do so.
Fran,
I often hear the phrase "Live your poem." Through your observations and photos, I finally understand the idea. Many thanks to you.
What a sweet sentiment! Thank you