Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beach, end, photograph, sand sculpture, summer on September 3, 2012 | 2 Comments »
Saying adios to a few things I don’t expect to see anytime soon — including the romantic potato that Pat gave Sandra, which will likely get eaten before I see my friends again — or made into a Christmas ornament.
To paraphrase Heraclitus, no one ever steps in the same river twice.
And while we are on the subject of ancient philosophy, you of course remember the Klingon adage, “Everything moves on, like gorillas at the beach.”
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged boston, demonstration garden, greenway, photo, photograph, photography, point judith fishing fleet, quincy market, summer on August 4, 2012 | 2 Comments »
I believe these marshmallows are used as prizes in the giants’ midnight games of dodge ball. Please correct me if I’m wrong.
Other photographs of summer are less cryptic.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged child, childhood, children, need for nature, playing with friends, robin c. moore, strawberries, summer on July 2, 2012 | 2 Comments »
I took a taste of local strawberries, and they brought back the little wild strawberries of my childhood. And how a friend might come over, and I might tell her in whispers that I had found a secret place.
I wouldn’t say where exactly until we got close, and she would have to promise not to tell anyone. Then, checking around that no one was watching, I would lead her into a stand of pine trees and out into a clearing in the middle. And there we would sit down and pick wild strawberries, which are always sweeter than any in the supermarket.
Today I was asking my boss about his vacation with his wife’s family in France. He said his four-year-old had such freedom there to run outside and play with cousins. It reminded him of the freedom of his own childhood, and he thought his daughter was only just now experiencing the way childhood is supposed to be. Where he lives, in the city, his little girl could never just run out like that.
(If you are interested, here is one of many studies on the importance of nature and play in childhood.)
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beach, box camera, camera, ocean, photograph, photography, sand, sea, summer on June 26, 2012 | 2 Comments »
No doubt I would have grown up to be a photographer if the Brownie cameras and box cameras I used as a child had not gotten sand in them. After at least a week of high anticipation, the film kept coming back black. Very discouraging. All the effort I had put into creating little still-life scenes with dolls and sea shells — wasted!
So a word to the wise, if you take a camera to the beach, protect it.
I got a few pictures on this lovely June day, but I fear they lack the artistry that surely would have been evident had sand not mysteriously worked its way into all cameras in my youth.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged art, artist, ceci n'est pas une pipe, illusion, labor day, magritte, René Magritte, sailboat, summer on September 17, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Do you remember seeing a René Magritte painting called “Ceci n’est pas une pipe”? It took me a while to get what he meant. It was a picture of a pipe, after all. Why would he call it “This is not a pipe.”
(Oh, right. It’s not a real pipe. You can’t fill it with tobacco. You can’t smoke it.)
In the same spirit, I am posting pictures of not-summer.
On a warm July day, I took my photos of blue skies, beach paths, and small boats, and the next thing I knew we were having a Labor Day clambake. Within two days, summer was over, and a curtain of cold, windy rain descended. Along with the September mindset, my husband says.
Ceci ne’est pas l’été. Au revoir.
