Beyond Day SixMy sometimes-daily blog of a photograph or two with a few words, celebrating all the days of life that flow through creation into perspiration, inspiration, reflection, sabbath, and resurrection. The Door Won't OpenOnce upon a time...this pair of doors were beautiful. Someone took time to create a pair of doors that fit the opening perfectly. But time has not been kind. So the doors have begun to come apart and sag at an awkward angle. They not longer fit the opening. They won't open and they won't shut. I wondered why they were there.
Without ColorIt's better in black and white, This scene was rather monotone. The wall was made of stones all the same color and the weathered wagon wheel was a similar color. Boring. But processing it as a black and white image emphasizes the texture of the wall and wheel, even if it was not captured in optimum lighting. I learned photography with primarily black and white images. I shot a lot of black and white film and made a lot of black and white prints. It's fun every once in awhile to explore what a photo might look like if it wasn't in color.
Somedays You Just Feel OldAnd I think it would have been better if you just left things alone. And let the worn green paint alone. The blue paint didn't last. And I think just it was a feeble attempt to cover what was authentic. Just let the real be.
From Old Car City. Hearing RhythmMaybe she's right, it's all about the bass. Actually, it's the double bass or string bass. Six feet tall with Just four strings, the bass is played with a bow in the orchestra, but generally plucked or strummed by bluegrass or jazz musicians. One thing I find amazing is that it's large size does not translate to a big sound volume, because its notes are so low. The bassist does not generally play on every beat, usually first and third beats of a 4/4 measure, although may play every beat during a transition. So it's quite a treat when the bass player has a solo and gets to play the melody line, several octaves below what we had been hearing previously. I suspect they do not consider themselves part of the percussion section.
Well-wornLots of footsteps on these wooden stairs. The edge of each one is worn down to just a fraction of the original. Every day up and down. Every day for years. Every day for more than a hundred years. This is the stairway inside the Falls Mill near Belvidere, TN. This old grist mill has been in operation for more that one hundred years. And every day people walked up and down these stairs. Hard work in a noisy mill. And every step worn away just a little. It must have took millions of steps to wear away the wood of this stairway. It obviously has been here more than a few years.
EventuallyI don't know if you will be able to see it on your computer or device screens, but there is a young woman wearing a bright purple coat in the lower right corner of this photo. The large balanced rock is at least 12 times her height. So I would estimate it's between 60-70 feet tall, and 40 feet wide, and who knows how much it must weigh. That means the balanced portion alone is as large as a 6 story building. I am in awe. I don't know how long that this rock has balanced in this way, nor do I have any idea how long it will remain this way before it falls. But eventually...
Not All the SameThis is the time of year in the Illinois prairies that they are filled with yellow blooms, with several different varieties of wildflowers. Passing by quickly on the highway, they all blend together in a blur of yellow. But they are not the same, and some are quite unique. I believe that this is a Compass Plant, so named because its leaves are oriented north-south. The center of the flower with its stringy center is again quite different from coneflowers and sunflowers and daisies and coreopsis and black-eyed susans. But you have to wander in the prairie among the flowers to see the differences.
Going to Be a Beautiful DayIt already is. The day is already beautiful. Just by opening my eyes and seeing.
This image is from Tybee Island, Savannah, Georgia, nearly 12 years ago. Inside the TowerInside the Desert View Watchtower, located on the south rim of the Grand Canyon, are numerous pictographs and symbols of the Native American culture painted on the walls. The visual center is a mural of the Hopi Snake Legend by Hopi artist Fred Kabotie that describes their cultural connection to the Grand Canyon. This painting tells the story of a Hopi man who floated down the Colorado River through the canyon in a hollow log. And here is a man using his phone to record the depiction of this ancient story. The tower is 70 feet tall and offers a number of windows to look out to see the Grand Canyon. This structure, as are several others within the Park, was designed by architect Mary Colter in 1932.
Sharing the WorkThe community garden in Door County thrives through the hands of many volunteers. There is a list of things to do and tools than can be used. And so, somebody plants in their spare time. Another weeds. And someone else harvests. And the bounty is shared. Sounds scriptural.
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