Fine Art Photographer
Just a simple life in a new world.
The New garden from GRUB gets a look 4-22-16
Tax Day April 15 2016.
The very cold river at Staircase National Park.
Outside my door a bevy of purple/blue flowers April the third. No flowers yet but they are up soon to bloom
On a stroll Theodore’s big white dog comes to say hello. April 2nd 2016
April 20th 2016 Staircase National Park. Walking, climbing, running, Mom has a hip and arm to rest a bit.
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Wednesday 9/18, Thursday 9/17 1.5 blocks away. Yesterday 9/22 just twenty five yards, flowers dying, summer fades I want more sun, more time to linger stroll to see and shoot but winter beckons.
Childhood a dream a memory.
Art and food at my house July 4th 2019. Now it slowly dies. Still harvesting Broccoli, lettuce, Pumpkins, Peppers and Eight Balls. I wonder how I will close it for the year?
Now the circle is small this from last Thursdays walk one and a half blocks turn around to make it home.
Sunday it’s 25 yards still finding highlights in fifteen minute strolls that become staggers after a couple of bends to look down to see. Fall is the season, I try not to on route to a chair and oxygen.
Old Port Portland Maine. Early on a summer morning 6:30 coffee in the pocket of my vest, film in three cameras the light is grand. A couple days at the N.E. Artist Congress, dances, music panels discussing the roll artists play. Magic!
TriX and people in my viewfinder mostly memories now. Willimantic good memories I found a Muse we made many moments that last forever.
The Muse in my Bellevue Studio.
On what would have been Rees’s 80th birthday. Sept 2009 he saw me in my studio my world. I find now in Olympia that I had become a studio artist in the last few years in Norwich much more so after the long hospitalization. But by 2012 I was out and about again the road to Carl and Maarit’s a drive with highlights along the way to friends, food and frivolity. Rees took the ride there once with me and was immediately part of the Circle. It was Carl who coined the Metaphor of the circle. I embraced it wrote about and live the circle.
A ray of light visits her circle grows exponentially. Childhood visits through her eyes. I think there is no greater highlight.
peace pjc
Friday 9/6/19 Olympia Farmers Market seeking Walla Walla. Finding Highlights.
A gathering of health and beauty #Rising River Farm.
The joy of the Olympia Farmers Market in one image. As Everett and Tara wait for a free piece of Watermelon.
Up the Street above my head.
July 10th Tacoma
From a very short walk Sept. 5th seasons change color fades.
A flower at Davids Sept. 4th.
Saturday August 30th Inara and I go for a walk. Across the street is a Crab Apple Tree. Oh grandpa those look great! Can I pick one to eat? A few minutes of selection, shape, color many are viewed but one is chosen. We continue to walk, I want to eat it. Okay you can. Grandpa we should wash it? I doubt it was sprayed. No grandpa we should wash it. We will stroll to North Street and go home to wash the apple. We continue up the street. Every twenty feet or so as we check out things along the way it’s I really want to eat it, go ahead, no we should wash it. As we head back it becomes grandpa I could literally eat it now! The urgency of the planned delight grows our pace quickens. Finally back the tiny apple washed we sit she nibbles the tart apple. Argh grandpa a worm!! I told you it wasn’t sprayed. I get that look we laugh.
peace pjc