Week 39 - 2016 in Photographs

Day 268

 The leaves are beginning to turn golden in the high country and a killing frost can come at any time. So it seemed appropriate to dedicate this week to flowers. If they are not in a greenhouse like the hibiscus below they will not be with us much longer.

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Day 273

You choose

If given a choice

on how

we see things

choose beauty

over evil

light 

over dark.

If given a choice

on what

we hear

chose kindness

over rudeness

whispers

over screams.

If given a choice

Speak of beauty

Sing in tune

Focus on

the positive

and give all

the same choice.

J. Binford-Bell

September 2016

Week 38: 2016 in Photographs

Day 260

Lots going on in the fall. It gets busy in a resort area even while the tourist season is ramping down. It is when everything we have not had enough time to get done stacks up with everything which has to be done before winter. Photography becomes my escape from the busy, busy, busy list of things to do. Remind me of that when I gripe about what did not get done before the snow flew.

Day 261

But it is so beautiful now. Each day seems to bring new changes in the colors and the light, and in the activity of birds and animals also preparing for the change of seasons.

Day 262

When I doubt this habit of posting a photo daily through the year I just look back at the folders for each week of previous years and see them as a visual journal of life. Of my life. And the living things around me.

Day 263

The Iceland poppies were a surprise this year. It took me a while to remember scattering seeds a couple years back. So their blossoms this fall were a gift.

Day 264

As are the skies this transition period between summer and fall.

Day 265

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Week 37 - 2016 in Photographs

Day 253

A week in the neighborhood. Wasn't aware most of the pictures I posted in the 366 Day photographic challenge this week were in my neighborhood. Six of them were taken on the morning walk with my dog. Photograph 253 was on a drive to Eagle Nest and so only 10 miles from my house.

Day 254

 Photo 254 was a reflection in my studio window at the end of a morning walk. I think my grim expression was just concentration. As the days move toward winter there is a change in the morning light. Photography is all about light as so familiar things I pass on our walk(almost always at 8) look different. Like the old rail fence just down the road.

Day 255

 Or the house at the end of the road. Especially in morning fog. It is a vacation home and yet of late nobody seems to vacation there. If I let my imagination stray I think of it as sort of haunted. A house without an owner because they died somewhere else. 

Day 256

 And of course there is the Sentinel Pine just across the road from me. On this occasion it was without its usual ensemble of crows, magpies and a hawk or two. Out on the evening hunt I suppose. I think the afternoon rain storm had just passed and I was standing on my driveway checking on the status of the sunset.

Day 257

 And the photograph below is of the same tree from a different perspective and at sunrise. Magique and I have taken to some of our older and more strenuous walks now that we do not have to gauge them for a very old poodle. Mardi loved her morning walks to within a couple days of her passing. She, however, chose the route and they did not include hills.

Day 258

 I conclude the week's review with morning light on yellow wildflowers. They are Cowpen Daisies I believe. 

Day 259

Week 36 - 2016 in Photographs

Day 246 - The Memorial Garden

 My best friends have fur and my most constant companion is my camera. My cave is my studio. The landscape is my spiritual retreat. I do better with the written word than the oral ones because I can edit the former. But there are times that I do not have any words. It is then I let my art speak for me.

Day 247 - Glorious Hollyhocks

Day 248 - Star Burst

Day 249 - Fire in the Grass

Day 250 - The Three Wise Birds

Day 251 - Cloud Explosion

Day 252 - Spawn of the Mountains

Fall Creeping In

Yesterday

I was awaiting summer

Sowing seeds in the damp soil

Today Fall comes

creeping in

on a different wind.

The upper meadows

have a golden cast

Green leaves of the aspens

seem nervous

quaking in the breeze

A subtle rattle when I pass.

The skiers

push the season

like a five and a half year old 

saying he is six.

The summer residents

pack up to fly south.

I stand

on my deck

awaiting dawn

it is later today

than

yesterday.

The flowering plum

 has red leaves

 Did it bloom this spring?

Was I too preoccupied with summer

to notice?

J. Binford-Bell

September 2016

How it Begins - A Creative Process Blog

Clouds Illusions

A friend was visiting my studio yesterday and asked me what I was working on currently. The trouble with an open studio is you are not always in the midst of a fantastic painting. Sometimes you are at the beginning. Or even before the beginning. Which raises the subject of where does a painting begin.

At this moment in time I am at the beginning of a new horse painting so I led him to the table where there was a rudimentary sketch of three horses walking across white space. It laid upon two sets of stretcher bars. I was trying to decide which size to stretch for the horses I had drawn. It really would not be a horse painting but a cloud  painting with horses. The painting would have to be bigger to allow more room for the clouds. Next question is should the horses be smaller.  

I am inspired by the photograph below with cattle on a rise before a huge bank of clouds. I didn't take that photograph yesterday, but it has stuck in my mind as if I did. There are photographs you cannot upload from you mind and clear the memory card.

Cloud photograph with cattle

When I was researching horses in the beginning of my of my period of horse paintings I took a lot of photographs of them. None of them were running. Especially the horses on a rise with the sky behind them and the horses in just twos or threes working their way across a field of tall grass and flowers.

Most were eating. And through all the paintings of stampeding horses I have done and sold those of horses just standing in fields have stuck in my memory card as it were.

So what has been bouncing around in my mind is three horses on a rise with grasses and wild flowers at their feet and a huge sky full of clouds behind them.

 

I take a lot of photographs of clouds.so I have a lot to choose from. I have included a few in this blog which echo in my mind. They are just inspirational starting points. Always wise to remember I break away from the traditional representation of physical objects, even the horses, and express my independence from visual references. My photography is the only realistic depiction of my world and that not necessarily so.

I will try to keep you informed of the progress of this budding painting. This blog was to try and determine just where and how it began. If you have any insights please leave a comment.