in thinking about the black concept of last week, i remembered this.
miles and miles of black
fields
leaves
palm trees
smoke
eradicating all that was
& all that will somehow emerge again.
this is a controlled burn on rt 41, east of ochopee.

as this is my last day away in warmth, thought i’d share a few from the climate i return to. taken a few weeks ago. an early day while it was still snowing. it felt like silence save the tide coming in. i could smell the snow & the sea. i could feel the ice. it was very cold – the kind that follows you to the bone. i noticed a pale blue shed in the middle of nowhere, a bunker, a frozen pond, lonely benches (one was decorated), one pigeon, seagulls. geese. the power plant towers with streams of smoke rising out of them, the two towers themselves covered in fog. and then there was the color of the sky – a shade of gray blue that i’ve never seen. it had a tiny bit of green and a tiny bit of red in some places but so faint and pale. it reminds me of something i can’t put my finger on. even more, the way things – branches, straw yellow grass/plants – looked against it was striking. all so monotone but the white snow forced my eye on it. while i am b/w 90% of the time, this was a day of color. subtle standouts of color in odd places.

there is something alluring about this time of day. in all it’s darkness about to become lightness. in all its possibility that lie unknown. it is very still. and quiet. and filled with a blankness. one i find beautiful.

to one i’ve known my whole life – happy birthday!

part two. at the willows in salem. we were there for another project but then this sort of happened. so, these are the other photographs of what unfolded. i could barely contain myself. almost wet my pants laughing so hard. a reaction to being swarmed and stalked by pigeons.

long title. i know. sorry. but i’ve slid in the all might google rankings and i suspect it has to do in part with my lack of proper blog titles skewed towards at least being able to be found. so i’m adding these back in once or twice a week as it gets annoying.

anyway. the pigeons. the willows. starving pigeons that sort of swarmed. even went after a stick we threw in the air just to see what’d happen. i read the london pigeon wars some years ago and think it’s time for a re-read as i find myself fascinated with them. their wings. feathers. heads. eyes. movement. they feel like a sketch. that’s how i photographed them.