As I was pondering another blog post with yet another decorated pot (Two just emerged from the kiln), I was browsing pictures that I had liked enough to process and save. I stopped on this one and felt myself drifting into it…recalling that day, that moment that captured more than my eye. I came across others as I browsed, moments that never made it to the blog or any other mode of sharing, and decided to honor a few of those. I will also include a shot of each of the pots that I like as photographs…as moments worth recalling.
Weary of trying for decent images of art as art,
I allowed my butterfly pot to alight upon old Chicago bricks.
Long after the Spring’s abundant blooming,
a single Wisteria vine dances en l’air.
My old dog, Music, continues to teach me
to smell, taste, and listen as I step into the muck.
My cat, Pearl, eats, drinks, and is merry…
bef0re stretching out to absorb the light.
The light broke through like magic
as the water rushed the shore.
I place my lizard pot on a stump to photograph,
but my camera prefers the stump to the pot.
After breaking free from her old outgrown skin,
the cicada dries her wings before flight.
Tags: art, Cats, Ceramics, Cicada, dogs, Lantana, Learning From Nature, nature, Photography, Wisteria
A Dance of Balance 
October 2, 2014 at 6:31 pm |
nice collection of images! a cicada that reads, who knew?
cheers, suz
October 5, 2014 at 4:38 pm |
Suzanne, I thought the cicada rather unusual, myself. The Silk milk carton was in my recycle bin. Thanks for visiting.
October 3, 2014 at 12:04 pm |
Wow, wow, wow! I love these beautiful photos. The one on the beach is fantastic! The pots are amazing, and dear Music is so sweet! Nice way to start my day!
October 5, 2014 at 4:39 pm |
So glad to find you here, dear sweet LouAnn. Creative energy is high. If only the body could keep up…
October 3, 2014 at 3:36 pm |
I love all the photos. Quite stunning. Thanks for sharing them.
I especially love the one you noted as “Long after Spring’s abundant blooming”…..the beauty in aging.
xxoo
October 5, 2014 at 4:45 pm |
Dear Gel… It was good being able to share some older shots. The Wisteria vine was maybe three months ago, and it has stayed in my mind for that long. I see it as a special photo, but also as a dance, drawing, sculpture, and poem. Yes… “…he beauty in aging.”