Monday, December 29, 2008
Small beginnings...
I started these this week in Colorado while the boys were skiing. They're not finished, but I think I like where they're going...
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
My Christmas Present...
Seeing a bald eagle is always special to me, especially since I rarely see them in GA. After posting these pictures, I looked out and saw a great big fox bounding down toward the river, then creeping through the brush along the shores. Sorry, I didn't get a photo this time...
Friday, December 19, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Forestwatch Hike
Yesterday a hearty group of folks turned out for my GA Forestwatch hike down to Raven Rock on the Chattooga. As buddy Joe likes to say, "it was a good hike. no one died"
Really, though, it was a great hike and a really nice group to be with.
photo by Ted Mayer (http://www.photoblog.com/atlsat)
l-r back row: Brenda, Joe, Chuck, Alan, Robin, Lin, Bill, Ted
l-r front: George, Bruce, Nancy, Jeanne
Really, though, it was a great hike and a really nice group to be with.
photo by Ted Mayer (http://www.photoblog.com/atlsat)
l-r back row: Brenda, Joe, Chuck, Alan, Robin, Lin, Bill, Ted
l-r front: George, Bruce, Nancy, Jeanne
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
this week...
...and a poem
by William Stafford shared with me by a friend recently:
by William Stafford shared with me by a friend recently:
The Way It Is
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
The last week or so...
These images really lose color when they are imported to the blog - there is a nice ruddy red that just turns to mud here, but...
the duration
the rescue
the difference
red road (far away, deep inside)
calm before
the duration
the rescue
the difference
red road (far away, deep inside)
calm before
Monday, November 24, 2008
mbira in moonfrog holler...
It's really magical how the melodies fill this space when Brien and Christy play. It feels like being inside of a music box..
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Cold day...
It was cold today, but good to be back in the studio after a couple days busy with other things...
Saturday, November 15, 2008
new colors...
And my friend Roy stopped by as I was putting my camera in my car yesterday, so I snapped a couple of shots, and found the lines on his forehead to be interesting. I hope to get out to his place with some black and white film and a real camera soon...
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
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