When I was little …

Ray on a Sunday Morning Muse

When I was little …

I examined my bedroom from my bed – upside down.

I viewed other worlds in the television set – while it was off.

And I especially liked to see how many layers of reflections I could capture in a pane of glass …

 

Like this reflection of Ray on a Sunday morning while we were talking about why he loves painting chiaroscuro.

“It’s the focus on light. Without the subject’s relationship to light …” and he was off.

With me right on his heals as we talked about the light and THE LIGHT. About art and spirituality.

As the rising sun angled a beam across the living room, I looked over his shoulder and caught this image in the cabinet behind him.

“Don’t move. I’m getting the camera.”

… promising that I was NOT going to shoot his messy Sunday morning mug – directly.

One never knows when the muse will strike. Coffee and camera turned into an hour of play and an idea to play with. More to come on this one.

So, where has YOUR muse struck you lately? In the kitchen? The garden? The studio? They are everywhere you know …

 

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6 thoughts on “When I was little …

  • May 9, 2011 at 5:08 pm
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    I love it! Bold contrasts are what chiaroscuro is all about. Look at contrast that the glass reflected here simply because of the light! Trippy. Thanks for sharing!

    • May 10, 2011 at 7:32 am
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      I hear one of YOUR muses has you cooking … Love the food shots on Facebook AND the intention behind them … I’ll be following you!

  • May 14, 2011 at 11:15 pm
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    Today I saw a crow and rabbit playing together. I know that sounds strange but the rabbit would chase the crow, who would be motionless on the ground. At the last minute the crow would fly about 30 ft away and the hunt chase process would continue. This went on for quite awhile down the easement. Then I noticed something strange. The rabbit, when he broke into chase, would hold up at the last minute inches away from the crow. And when the crow would flee, he would only fly a little ways and land directly in the path of the rabbit. Took me awhile to realize, these two were playing tag. Both had plenty of opportunity to escape and flee from danger. If there had been any danger. In another time and in a different situation, I’m sure the results would have been different. But for today, they were just playing…tag….SQUEEK!

    • May 19, 2011 at 6:57 pm
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      How neat is that? What a special moment to witness. 🙂 I once knew a baby screech owl (that a friend rescued from a construction site) that used to ride around on the back of her golden tabby. ” Seems “rules” are meant to be broken in nature, too!!

  • May 16, 2011 at 3:46 pm
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    Image upon image upon image…amazing pic, B. Can you see the reclining pup? (Funny, I would have expected to see a kitty). The woman’s image (almost like a cameo) looking at Ray? The outstretched hand? I’ve often taken pictures and, when looking at the end product, discovered an image within an image within the picture that I hadn’t seen when looking at the raw scape…not a new image at all, but the spirit of the tree or fire or cloud that showed itself playfully when least expected.

    • May 19, 2011 at 7:03 pm
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      Of course you do, Sharron. YOU are the mandala muse extraordinaire. You see what we often miss … until you share one of your mandalas with us!

      It was fun playing with the layers. And you are right about images revealing themselves “after the fact.” Still looking for the reclining pup, though … Shhhh … we won’t tell all our kitties!

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