Showing posts with label impressionism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label impressionism. Show all posts
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3/23/12
Out of Range
The remote path is richly kaleidoscopic...
Roadway roughly wrangled into earth,
rambling up and down side to side
beeline but written slightly bent toward peaks.
Bordered cottonwood, aspen, oak, pine
bearing chroma spring in streaming streaks,
testifying broken back of winter.
Predawn morning destination is fixed in sights.
He and I expedition to burrow deep into furrows
of distant mountainside for respite.
Far from inquiring minds and busy bodies,
which distract, disquiet lives that don't fit,
although settled long ago into embracing accord.
Roadway roughly wrangled into earth,
rambling up and down side to side
beeline but written slightly bent toward peaks.
Bordered cottonwood, aspen, oak, pine
bearing chroma spring in streaming streaks,
testifying broken back of winter.
Predawn morning destination is fixed in sights.
He and I expedition to burrow deep into furrows
of distant mountainside for respite.
Far from inquiring minds and busy bodies,
which distract, disquiet lives that don't fit,
although settled long ago into embracing accord.
3/16/12
Sitting and Resting My Booted Feet
In quilted emerald fields of desert clover...
I've been trampling long over high desert terrain
A range covering dry sand and silt alternating gravel and rocks,
Sockets of arid thistle, punctuated with prickly pears and creosote.
Trudging, mostly looking at the ground to avoid the sun,
In a slow ocular dawning my eye corner notices a damp wash.
A centerline trickle of water causes my head to tilt and squint in the sun.
Ah ha! The wash widens ascending down with alluvial fan's beaded streams,
Pouring from mesa lined with deep tap rooted bushes and in between
A rich overlay of desert clover to rest my feet while sitting on a boulder.
Enveloping my boots it tantalizes my feet before being soaked in cool water.
I've been trampling long over high desert terrain
A range covering dry sand and silt alternating gravel and rocks,
Sockets of arid thistle, punctuated with prickly pears and creosote.
Trudging, mostly looking at the ground to avoid the sun,
In a slow ocular dawning my eye corner notices a damp wash.
A centerline trickle of water causes my head to tilt and squint in the sun.
Ah ha! The wash widens ascending down with alluvial fan's beaded streams,
Pouring from mesa lined with deep tap rooted bushes and in between
A rich overlay of desert clover to rest my feet while sitting on a boulder.
Enveloping my boots it tantalizes my feet before being soaked in cool water.
9/22/11
Purple Sage
Riders of the Range...
Out West in America means Big Sky and Wide Open Spaces.
This is true from the northern reaches of Montana to the southern ends of Arizona and New Mexico and relates to perception. Many of us see the vista as an expansive range of opportunities whereas some people feel small and engulfed. How someone perceives the landscape is an indication of individual perspective as well as point of view and to me provides an insight into the essential nature of someone's soul. Do they sense fearlessness or fearsome, awed or overwhelmed? How they ride through the range and react to it hints at their comfort with themselves, the geography they're surrounded by and ultimately their interaction with people and perception of reality in the world.
In this photograph in the highlands of southwestern New Mexico I am experimenting with impression through grain and color. In the foreground is purple sage muted rather than bright and the grasslands are a sandy color rather than a richer green amber hue due to the dry conditions at end of hot summer. Distant mountain ranges are characteristically pewter beryl dividing the picture by the toned down big blue sky with white clouds caused by a light storm of rain mixed with dust that had passed through a few hours prior.
Out West in America means Big Sky and Wide Open Spaces.
This is true from the northern reaches of Montana to the southern ends of Arizona and New Mexico and relates to perception. Many of us see the vista as an expansive range of opportunities whereas some people feel small and engulfed. How someone perceives the landscape is an indication of individual perspective as well as point of view and to me provides an insight into the essential nature of someone's soul. Do they sense fearlessness or fearsome, awed or overwhelmed? How they ride through the range and react to it hints at their comfort with themselves, the geography they're surrounded by and ultimately their interaction with people and perception of reality in the world.
In this photograph in the highlands of southwestern New Mexico I am experimenting with impression through grain and color. In the foreground is purple sage muted rather than bright and the grasslands are a sandy color rather than a richer green amber hue due to the dry conditions at end of hot summer. Distant mountain ranges are characteristically pewter beryl dividing the picture by the toned down big blue sky with white clouds caused by a light storm of rain mixed with dust that had passed through a few hours prior.
11/9/10
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