I’m looking ahead to 2018 and want to share my choice for the new year’s motto. I see it as the only way forward.
Not your usual epitaph, but Lake View Cemetery in Cleveland isn’t your usual cemetery.
This ends a year of Around Here. I’ll still take photos in 2018 and may share some with you, but less systematically.
Happy New Year.
This is a photograph by my brother, who is an accomplished sailor and has visited many glorious places. One of them is Salt Whistle Bay on the island of Mayreau, which is part of St. Vincent and the Grenadines.
I’ll tuck it away as my personal, private happy place this winter while I wrap myself up in more wool, and watch the salt trucks circle our street.
The different textures of tree trunks show up now that the leaves are down. The sycamores gleam with patches of white, and the hickories and oaks reveal deeply fissured bark. On a recent walk sunlight enhanced the textures on a trunk and cast interesting shadows. It could be a striking abstract composition.
Other tree structures have been revealed as well, thanks to some sunny days.
A gnarled crabapple reaches toward the sun. I love all the angles.
Denuded wild grapevine stems and brush frame woods lit by the afternoon sun. Maybe it could be the basis for an austere pieced abstract.
Over the river and through the woods? I only wish the path led to my grandmother’s house though it does lead me back to my house. We’ve had a very light dusting of snow, but the ground is frozen and ice is forming on the local ice skating pond.
I have no idea where the blue in the shadows came from, but I like it.
I live about a half mile up hill from the Cuyahoga River. Many mornings the river valley is shrouded in fog that gradually lifts by mid morning. It makes for wonderfully atmospheric landscapes.
I ran this photo through a filter to increase the contrast between the trees and the fog. It heralds the end of autumn to me. The leaves are down but the snow hasn’t yet started.
Some mornings my kitchen turns into an art gallery. I treasure these all too brief out of body experiences.
Nature has marvelous taste in seasonal bouquets. Here’s one she presented to me just before the hard frost.
I leaned over a fence and found the perfect arrangement. Unfortunately, it’s too big for my table, and I know I can’t bring my table to it. I’ll just keep it in my mind’s eye at Thanksgiving dinner.