Freedom

I'm just back from an all-too-brief visit to Chicago, and with a packed schedule, had little time to shoot anything but the view from the balcony of my (all too chic) room in this hotel. Between meetings today, I dashed across the street to B&N to buy the latest issue of B&W and Color magazine. On the flight home I read an interview with Nobuyoshi Araki about his career in photography. In it, he said something that struck a chord with me, "The more freedom you get, it becomes less free. Art always has to be against something. Otherwise, you can't have motivation." This helped me to recast my perception of restricted time in an amazing city. Looking at the first picture, I have to wonder, what were those projects taped to the the wall? What was the beverage left unopened on the desk by that office worker?

Ravine

I've been spending a lot of weekend mornings in the ravine a few blocks from our house, which is a pretty sweet way to start a weekend day. While the primary goal is to spot migrating birds, it's also a nice opportunity to watch nature move colorfully from one season to the next. Do you have such a place, a refuge from the daily hustle?

Rusted Root - Send Me On My Way

Have a delightful weekend and Easter Sunday, my friends.

The Hunt

I went hunting tonight, for images that might move me beyond the prettiness of Spring. There's something beautiful that happens when time has been permitted to make its mark, where flaws give something rich character, don't you think?

Projects in the Making

I'm focused on some neglected work and planning for future projects, so I've got no special themes to explore tonight. Except that I'm really into this right now.

More Pretty

Okay, so not strictly pretty, but still. Everything is coming alive all at once. I wonder, how would you describe Spring to someone who had never experienced it?

Pretty

I've been taking a lot of "pretty" pictures lately {sigh}, so I thought I could actually make them more interesting by making them square. I don't know what's gotten into me. Let me make a public declaration; there's nothing wrong with "pretty." It just falls a little short of being beautiful, which can be quite a lofty goal, and what can I say? Spring is pretty!

Also, I just got a copy of this in the mail and can't wait to dig into it!

Arcade Fire - Headlights Look Like Diamonds

My friend Lauren turned me onto this song, and I keep coming back to it.
Have a lovely weekend, friends!

A darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend ...

It's a line from James Joyce's Ulysses, and it's always stuck with me. Buried in a myriad of wandering thoughts, much like the entire book, it almost pretends to be unimportant, forgettable. But it isn't forgettable. You know what it means, even if you can't better articulate the feeling it is trying to convey. You have known such moments in your life that have fit these words perfectly. A darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend ...