Absolute Beauty – We’ve all heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Do you agree? is all beauty contingent on a subjective point of view?
Is all beauty subjective? Nope, don’t think so. If there is one thing about which human societies have been consistently in agreement, it’s beauty. Human beauty. Natural beauty. Flowers. Sunshine. Woman, men, children.
Does this mean personal feelings can’t override our hard-wired reactions? If that were true, only beautiful people would find love … and that is obviously untrue.
Incontestable. Beautiful sunrise. I still sleep late and miss most of them.
We don’t only marry pretty people. We don’t inhabit only beautiful places. I suppose if all things were equal, we would happily choose to live amidst harmony and beauty in preference to ugliness and discord.
Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be?
The color wheel is one of the primary tools of anyone who works with graphics. It shows us which colors oppose or complement each other. Most of us know it instinctively, but a reminder can be useful.
Contrast generally means the mixing of colors that oppose each other on the color wheel. Of course they don’t have to directly oppose each other. While blue opposes orange, it contrasts just fine with yellow. Green versus red — Christmas colors — are so popular we probably don’t even think of them as contrasting.
This presented a particular challenge for me since I favor a monochrome palette, in my life and in my photography. I like gradations of color more than I like contrast, saving contrast for spot color.
The ultimate contrast is, of course, black and white, white being “all colors” and black being the absence of color. When we talk casually of contrast, we are really referring to any two colors, one light, one dark — a variation on a theme of black and white.
Super moons are full moons which coincide with “lunar perigee,” when the moon is at its closest orbital point to Earth. This moon appears bigger and brighter than a typical full moon. The true full moon was two days ago, so this is the waning, full Harvest Moon. It’s the last super moon of 2014.
We went to the movies this evening and I was able to get a few pictures from the parking lot of the theater. Kind of a bonus, because I can’t see the moon, much less take pictures of it from home. The trees block the sky. Even during the winter, the branches of our trees make getting a clear shot of the moon impossible.
The Harvest Moon is the full moon closest to the Autumnal Equinox. This year’s equinox will take place Tuesday, September 23, at which point the day and night will be of equal length. From the solstice on, the days will get shorter day by day. Until we reach the Winter Solstice — Sunday, December 21st — the shortest day, longest night of the year. From that point on, the days get longer and hopefully, warmer.
If you haven’t yet done so, go take a look at the moon. Do it tonight because it’s just about over. It’s already a waning moon and there won’t be another super moon this year.
On nights like this, I’m very glad I carry a camera in my bag.
I was looking for photographs suitable for a children’s book … and discovered pictures I never processed. No idea why. I probably intended to go back and do something with them … and finally, I did.
The calendar warns the end of summer is near, but so far, summer clings to the leaves. The sky is bright blue. Usually I’m eager for fall, eager for the crisp weather and the foliage.
And the photo opportunities. New England’s autumn is the most photogenic season imaginable. Unless we are hit by tropical storms and heavy rain, it is also the most pleasant.
This entire summer has been delightful. Almost like early autumn and for the whole summer. July and August have had little rain, lots of bright sunny days and clear skies with warm, rather than hot, temperature. You couldn’t ask for better. So I vote for keeping it. As long as summer wants to hang around, my welcome mat is out!
Denial only goes so far. I took a few pictures of the trees in the woods … and a bright patch of yellow caught my eye.
Earlier, when we were out in the car, I noticed the edges of the maple leaves are beginning to turn a bit rusty. It’s still warm and sunny. Even a bit humid. Regardless, change is coming. Seasons are non-negotiable.
Alone at a party. The house is full of people, but not this corner.
The painted daisies finally faded and I emptied the vase. Usually I wait until they are crisp and dry and really depressing to look at, but the daisies were so bright and cheery, it seemed cruel. In the name of kindness and mercy, as soon as they were droopy, I sent them to their rest.
And what should appear? A new bouquet. Different flowers, different colors. I put them in the middle of the table rather than over on the wood stove.
Now that the late afternoon sun is blocked by our little air conditioner, it’s too dark over there.
When the air conditioner comes out of the window later this month, the flowers can move back to the top of the stove, unless, of course, we are having a little fire in it. I’ve promised myself that this year, I will buy paper logs so we can enjoy at least the look of a fire, if not the heat.