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| Living as Art 1 |
I wonder what your life would be like if you were a living, breathing, walking piece of art. Certainly you would need to be a brave soul and immune to the comments, stares, and opinions of others. You would have to walk your own path in life.
Would it be a lonely life or a life rich and rewarding? Something for me to think about. I don't believe that I have this king of courage.
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John Dunn is one of the volunteer blacksmiths on the farm. He is remarkable. As much as you will be impressed with his massive and strong hands, his shock of white hair and his wonderfully expressive eyes, it is his stories and sense of humor that will stay with you for a long long time after you are finished talking with him.
When I pull up to the farm on the weekend and I see him in the blacksmith's shop, I know I will need to spend some time hanging out with him.
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That's my sister and I using Dad as a jungle gym while he's trying to read something technical and uninteresting to the two of us. Kelly and ire are rocking those footed Jammie's while Dad is sporting a classic ensemble of cuffed cords, fancy socks and penny loafers. Mom has always ensured that he dressed well. After all, he is her trophy husband. Isn't that so Dad?
Who's idea was the hat?
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| Woman admiring statue |
Some people are very interested in art while others could care less. It must be tough visiting an art museum when one of you is bored right from the start. I am an art lover and can spend hours in any of the many art museums around Ohio. This photo was taken on a recent trip to the Cincinnati Art Museum with my friend Jim Nash and his sons. It's a good thing that all of us were enjoying everything the museum had to offer. Otherwise, it would have been a very long day, as I suspect it was for the gentleman in this image.
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Remember this portrait of me from a few weeks back? I was going though some images when I came across a picture that I tookt he same day. What sparked the connection is the little girl in the image I found was the same little girl that asked for my camera and took this image of me.
So, here is to Miss H. Sometimes I forget just how surprisingly good our younger photographers can be. Thank you Miss H. for reminding me.
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I was watching my friend Deb setting up a sewing machine when I turned and saw this scene. This was one of those moments when you knew that everything was perfect. From the pose, to the light from the window, to the activity, the entire scene was begging to be photographed. So, I did. I took several shots, but this one is my favorite. I tried B&W , and it was ok. However, I loved the colors and the warmth in her skin tones. So, I made some basic curves adjustments and kept the color in place.
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