enoughforall

last sunday seeking sanctuary i ducked out of the cold and into one of my fave indoor environments, the US Botanic Garden with its simply serene Garden Court, two long narrow fountains with multi-hued blue tiles that bring the water to life and brilliantly set off the potted orchids, azaleas, and hibiscus that line the sides… all of the exhibits are amazing and the Jungle section is wonderfully lush, but it has always been the Garden Court that captured my heart…

orchids strike out in all matter of direction against glass walls of botanical garden
a zoom lens seems to have disturbed them, distorting an orderly spatial relation

here they are captured frozen against a a fuzzed-out background of countless color pixel
one can almost make out the green abstract cat shadow reaching for the topmost red orchid
and a smattering of yellow-white light diamonds dissolves behind the spray of yellow flowers

one could hardly call these diffuse elusive flower backdrops simply ‘negative space’

spent a magical sunset in potomac park on the waterfront with my sister and her new camera.  it was quite cold as the sun slipped below the horizon and we had to fend off former-addict christian convert dude, but we caught some amazing shots and had a blast… check out my sister Stacey’s website, she a budding photographer and journalist with an interest in all things nature-related…

stay tuned for shots of my newest work which was created for this year’s christmas presents…

can’t take credit for any of the photos but only the collage conglomerations

green-white ghosts rising from arched stem necks unfurled & curled around us, spilling and swooning across rippled wet leaves, but just as soon they were gone again, vaporized into clouds of fountain-spray…

after gazing for awhile at shadows against sunset the saturation sets in and you can get lost in the negative spaces, get to a place where concrete structures and branching trees melt away in black anonymity and give way to shapes of sprawling sunset colors against clouds, the wind comes in and sets it all swirling and scattering only to reform into a new fractured tableau

some of these powerful specimens were planted by George Washington himself in the sprawling grounds of Mt. Vernon, that man really knew some things about gardening… he had quite the eye for landscape design and was all about harvesting his own seeds and growing his own fruit. we went to Mt. Vernon with no intentions of learning anything but left pretty impressed by Mr. GW

oh, Celosia how your mysteries continue to morph and unfold before my curious eyes… are your secrets knowable?? but as Murakami put it in his amazing new 1Q84 “if you can’t understand it without an explanation,  you can’t understand it with an explanation.”

oozing and morphing all over my counter top these squashtaterrestrial beings have taken on a life of their own… are they alien seed pods, ready to burst forth with new freaky life or are they themselves the disfigured embryos of some futuristic or totally primeval life forms?? who is to know? i for one am not taking my eyes off them for fear of what they might become…