Week 13: Splash

Splashes, drips and splatters on an artist’s worktable became a work of art as far as my camera was concerned when a group of us toured her Sarasota studio. I love the colorful chaos of an artist’s workspace.
FB Table Palette


Week 12: That’s Dangerous

This young girl At Edinburgh Castle in Scotland was peering into a cannon, and I thought to myself, “That’s dangerous.” Actually, it looked more humorous than dangerous. It never would have occurred to me to poke my head in a cannon. So I shot her with my Canon.
Cannon Fodder

Week 11: Here’s Your Sign

Today is the date of my birth. One week ago on a cemetery crawl photo shoot with my camera club pals, I happened upon this vintage tombstone in the Joshua Creek Cemetery near Arcadia, Florida. Elizabeth was born nearly a century ahead of me, yet her tombstone lives on in this cemetery off SR64. Mine will be a watery grave. The Gulf of Mexico will be my final resting place. So for today only, I take this marble etching as my sign to fulfill this challenge. But a bit about Elizabeth F. McEwen Whidden: Born Aug. 1, 1846. Died Dec. 27, 1899. Too bad she missed the turn of the century by only a few days. I wonder if she died in childbirth, as one of her six children was born in 1899 and died in 1900. Imagine that. She gave birth at the age of 53. Her husband was Simeon Elias “Uncle Sam” Whidden, a citrus farmer and cattle rancher who was born in 1850 and died in 1923. Thanks for your help on this one, Miss Elizabeth. R.I.P.
FB Grave Eliz BLUR

Week 10: Golden Mean

In philosophy, the golden mean is the desirable middle between two extremes, one of excess and the other of deficiency. To the Greeks the golden mean was an attribute of beauty. The Greeks believed there to be three ingredients to beauty: symmetry, proportion and harmony. I looked it up. The symmetry of a feather-type palm frond, with its leaflets radiating from the rachis (looked that up, too), struck me as I pondered its golden tones, in a dying state going from green to eventually dried brown. Each frond, or leaf, having emerged in its own time, is in its own stage of color, and the colors are in perfect harmony and pleasing to the eye. I made these observations yesterday while floating in my pool in a Zen-like state observing the pygmy date palm in need of a good pruning.
Golden Mean