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More to come…
Seen while fishing…
While checking out the herring run, (you can read more about the details here), we saw these beautiful birds and other creatures. It’s amazing how you can catch quiet moments and simple, inspiring moments in nature, with these birds, fish, and reptiles carrying on their migrations, feedings, and natural life cycles, not too far from a bustling city like Boston. I’m new to capturing flying and swimming friends. It’s quite challenging. I took a few liberties with some blurred moments, trying to create an abstract feel. Maybe I’m not up for the wildlife challenge-yet! I will be posting some more soon on my revamped Instagram, @loweaperture. More news about that soon.
I’m happy to share that my photos are still up in Acton through the end of March. If you’re in the area, please stop in. There’s a great cafe next door, as well as another gallery upstairs.
See you in Acton?
Now through the end of March 2018
Wellness at Villageworks (map)
I’m happy to announce my photographs are on display at the Wellness at Villageworks in West Acton, MA. There is something different about these photos; they are printed on Japanese paper, or washi. I used coated bamboo paper, suggested by Lauren Pearlman, from Paper Connection International, which ran through an Epson quite smoothly. Many thanks to Zen Saito, who helped print these photos. Of course I am always indebted to my incredible husband, who is always so unbelievably supportive.
These were taken during the summer of 2015, driving through northern Massachusetts.
Sharing Poet Hair II from my previous photo blog, Lowe Aperture:
this is a theme I’m interested in pursuing, as my hair has always been part of how people used to recognize me, (the girl with the really long hair!). Most of the time-actually all of the time-the attention was unwanted. It’s not as long now, and maybe a little tinted with henna, but I remind myself of that Korean proverb: a poet’s hair can cut rock. It’s a reminder as how to be. It inspires me in many ways. These are unposed, random strands of hair, after a wash, edited on an iPhone 6 plus.
They never fail to
fascinate; smooth and wet, cold
round weight in your palms.