This past week I spent an evening at Inniswood, our most beautiful metropark, doing a photo session with two delightful little girls! They discovered quite a few frogs, picked bouquets of clovers, romped in Grandma's Garden and rolled down hills. The park is such a magical place for children - & the child in us all! Here is a little preview of that fun filled day.
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I just found out the above image has been accepted into the juried 2009 Ohio State Fair Fine Arts Exhibit! I am so very excited! Lat year my "Oak in Fog" was accepted into the exhibit. The opening reception will be July 28 from 6PM-8PM at the Cox Fine Art Building. The exhibit will run for the duration of the fair, from July 29 - August 9, 2009.
I've been feeling the need of a new project (like I don't have enough!). My creative energy needs some refreshing, and so I'm embarking on a year of mornings - a photojournal.
I've always been a morning person - at my best in the morning. A new start, a feeling of being rejuvenated, new eyes. Morning light is always soft and quiet, asking you to come and be a part. As a child, I remember waking up around 5:30 or 6:00 AM and the whole house would be asleep... but the birds were awake, the sun was awake, the paperboy was delivering - there was a quiet world going on its way already. My grandma would be up, too. We would make oatmeal together and she would let me have sips of her coffee. When she moved back to Pennsylvania, I enjoyed the mornings alone while everyone slept. I always wondered how they could sleep away the best part of the day! When I spent summers at my grandfather's farm in Eastern Pennsylvania, I loved wandering down the road at the start of a new day and watching the mist rise from the fields - like magical spirits and nymphs of the morn. And there were always so many chores to do before the heat of the day. Vegetables needed to be picked, dogs had to be fed, bugs had to be knocked off the plants (he was an organic farmer - we were his "pesticides"!), and on special days, we would wander through the woods to pick mushrooms or berries, be given little "lessons on birds, plants and nature, or head down to the "pumping station" - a lake full of adventures waiting to be had.
So this will be my tribute to mornings and memories and possibilities.....