Tag Archive: abstract

Corner Angles

The Vernal Equinox has come and gone. Supposedly we have turned the corner into Spring. I feel like I’ve been insanely busy, but I don’t seem to have a whole lot to show for it. And today it snowed and then the sun came out and it snowed and then the sun came out and…

Rustic Reflections

[Do not adjust your audio, the movie is silent.] Several inches of picturesque snow today, with the promise of a whole bunch more tomorrow and Wednesday. Thank goodness that Sonali and Micah and I went to the Biltmore Estate yesterday and took a rapid .001 mph stroll partway around Bass Pond, most of which involved…

Diagonal

I wish Safari would stop substituting the WRONG, non-functional URL when I try to enter the new, FUNCTIONAL one, so that I keep ending up on a 404 page despite having fixed the bad link ages ago. Seriously, this is stupid behavior and there doesn’t seem to be any way to force the correct URL…

Lissitzky Light

Things are a lot sunnier in the recent pictures than they have been in actuality. When it was sunny, over the weekend, it was still miserably chilly. Like a large swath of the country, we are having some no-fooling weather hereabouts. Fortunately, so far today it’s merely been torrential rain. But ice is promised overnight,…

Bale

We couldn’t figure out what this neat pile of hay was doing sitting in the middle of a field at Carrier Park. There were no cows or horses nearby, and it seemed an unlikely spot to leave provisions for deer. It was more like a work of modern art than anything practical. A Year Ago:…

Oak River

This grandfather oak had dynamic, swirling bark that flowed like a river delta. Powerful but subtle, firm, and serene. I put my hand on his trunk and asked him to lend me strength.

Masonry

I read something yesterday (which I won’t link to because it’s both gratuitously nasty and insane) that reminded me how easy it is to fall into paranoid delusion. Conspiracy theorists are everywhere. The human mind excels at pattern-finding. We are super good at it. So super-good, in fact, that we rack up an impressive amount…

Slow Flakes

We took a walk at Riverside Cemetery. Bob commented on how ugly the lichen were; I thought they were beautiful. We both decided, however, that a chocolate malted milkshake would be the perfect thing to have afterward. So we did. A Year Ago: Autumn Arrives Summer is over. Today was wonderfully warm, clear, dry, but…

At The Brewery

It’s a good thing that I’m not especially inclined to excesses of intoxicants. Because this ongoing waiting game—combined with the great variety of local high-quality brew products—could otherwise produce a prodigious beer belly (at the very least). Tick tock, tick tock. Can I live in my house now, please?? A Year Ago: Miles High Sea…

Moist Markings

The River Arts District in Asheville is lively, diverse, easily explorable on foot, and filled with the kind of distressed and marked industrial surfaces that I especially enjoy photographing. Across the street from yesterday’s birthday pizza location (Pizza Pura) is a splendid example of graffiti art. One clue to the difference between ordinary, garden-varity vandalizing…