Today I’d like to celebrate the paths inside. Hallways and doorways through which we travel inside to out and back again.
I don’t think I’ve ever taken a picture of a door handle or knob just for itself. It has always been part of a larger structure. But I do have doors. Lots of them. Old, new and in the middle. Arched, square, screened and wood. The door handles and knobs are there too — as part of the bigger picture.
Lines and angles. Everywhere you look. Buildings lean in at you, closing off the sky and forming strange relationships with the earth below … inhuman but of our own making. Wires stretch across the sky forming patterns and the simple porch of a farmhouse becomes a study in form and shape.
Today has been a quiet, sleepy day. Raining outside as we snuggle up inside.
I didn’t walk 100 steps to take pictures. Maybe I walked 5 steps to get to the top of the stairs for a shot of the landing below. I walked couple more steps to get a better angle on Bishop, the big Aussie Shepherd.
This is my world, or important parts of it. This is where I spend most of my time, most of my days.
The bare branches of the cherry trees make a shadow show against the gray stone. Hard to tell where the branches end and the shadows start. The church is on Main Street in Amherst, Massachusetts.
The water of the Blackstone River formed strange reflections. Abstract though they appear, they are actually distorted reflections of trees along the banks. The pictures were naturally almost black and white, so it took very little to complete the process.
Around the cabin in Jackman. Garry and his newspaper. The high window by the peak of the roof. Pictures I took because I was holding the camera and I clicked.