I hear and I forget, I do and I understand, I see and I remember
Category Archives: Art-in-Livingroom
The area of Sagano Japan has a remarkably beautiful calm and peaceful bamboo grove. There is wonderful sound when the wind blows through the bamboo causing it to knock together. Put that together with the sound of rain and your ready for a peaceful nights rest.
Time and life’s conditions bring about change. This cedar tree with the markings of wind, rain and snow, deep cold and searing sun shows us that beauty and grace remain even though the cedars stately and grand posture has passed.
This mission church is one of the oldest churches in America dedicated to San Francisco de Asis. It is an outstanding example of adobe mission architecture. Constructed between 1813 & 1815. Ranchos de Taos, New Mexico.
The clean lines and earthen materials make it a kindered spirit to modern architecture from the Sarasota School of Architecture. They both integrate the outdoor environment with the architecture using simple materials and clean lines in the design.
Spiral cherry wood staircase, one of a twin. Designed by Michajah Burnett for the Trustee’s house at the Shaker Village, Pleasant Hill, Kentucky.
I was commissioned by Nikon to use all their lenses to show each to it’s full creative and technical performance. The 8mm fisheye lens proved to be a challenge because it drew so much attention to the technical characteristic of the circular format. I felt it easily took away from the engaging aesthetics of the subject. That all changed when I came upon this magnificent spiral cherry wood staircase. There was a match between the way the concept of the spiral was formed within the staircase and the format of the fisheye lens. This image is the result.
The image is part of a collection of images I’ve curated illustrating my signature style.
While researching for my book The Soul of Kazakhstan in the New York public library, I came across a letter Natalya Sedova, Leon Trotsky’s wife, wrote home while exiled in Almaty, Kazakhstan. She exclaimed about the beauty of a late spring snow blanketing the tulips. I remember thinking, what a remarkable image, I’d love to see that. As good fortune would have it, my apartment was across from where the Trotskys lived. On a spring day in April, I was treated to the same beautiful sight.