The photos may seem random but, not quite. It’s hard to put into words what connects them, but in my mind, it’s more than color, texture, or tone. It has to do with a sensibility that tries to find beauty everywhere.
Just Looking 1, from February 2021, is here.
- A drainage ditch connecting Fidalgo and Similk Bays. Fidalgo Island, Washington.
- Sidewalk shadows. Anacortes, Washington.
- Five looks at my old teapot.
- South March Point Road railroad crossing. Fidalgo Island.
- Bigleaf maple leaves (Acer macrophylla) on a frosty morning.
- Closeup of fennel (Foeniculum vulgare) leaves.
- Reflections on the door of a cabinet with an antique blown-glass vessel inside.
- Detail of a drawing by Grace Knowlton (1932-2020) seen in 2008 at a show in Garrison, New York. Looking at drawing, painting and sculpture informs my work and life.
- A plastic bag found on the side of the road, with Bigleaf maple leaves.
- A foggy afternoon on March Point, Fidalgo Island.
- Cattle in the fog on March Point.
- After a dispute among four Bald eagles, the victor flies off with the spoils: a freshly-killed rabbit. March Point.
- Weathered boards on a shack that was torn down. Fidalgo Island.
- A mixed media ceramic sculpture at San Juan Islands Art Museum. Friday Harbor, Washington.
- Low tide on a foggy day at Similk Bay, Fidalgo Island.
- Flooded fields on Bayview-Edison Road, Bow, Washington.
“Is it possible to celebrate the innate wild beauty of the indifferent universe while acknowledging one’s inevitable disappearance?”
John Yau. From a review in The Democracy of Abstraction