Posts Tagged ‘winter’

Reading Cones in winter

Wednesday, August 27th, 2014

I have always loved photographing sculpture, since those first assignments in my Jane Addams Community Center photo class in Chicago. It was during that time that I shot this photo, early one morning on my way to an office job in the Loop.

That typical Chicago winter weather made Richard Serra‘s “Reading Cones” stand out in a way that made me jump out of the car. Had I ever really seen this sculpture before that morning?

I’ve always liked this photo, and have given it as a gift, but this print has spent most of the last decade hidden away in a box. Last week, while hanging photos at home, I needed something vertical to fit a space in my installation and went searching for the one print I knew I had of the Reading Cones, on a soft matte fine art paper.

Now that it’s up there, I love living with it on my wall. It is grounding, regal, quiet and confident. And, it merits being printed bigger than the A4 I modestly permitted it.

Richard Serra's Reading Cones in Chicago's Grant Park.

Richard Serra’s Reading Cones in Chicago’s Grant Park.

Out of the vortex

Tuesday, January 7th, 2014

Some Illinois landscapes
pre-winter cold vortex

Winter fireworks

Sunday, December 29th, 2013

For the 2nd year, one of the cutest towns in the United States, Kirkwood, Missouri, sets off holiday fireworks. Last year they were left-overs from a 4th of July that was too dry. It was such a hit, it has become a new tradition!

Fireworks in front of the Kirkwood, Missouri City Hall.

Fireworks in front of the Kirkwood, Missouri City Hall.

Jetlag

Wednesday, December 18th, 2013

It makes you see strange things
like a man taking out the garbage.

Morning is frozen

Wednesday, December 29th, 2010

I woke up with a text message from Dad saying, “Are you awake? Look at the trees.”

It’s a treat being home, and seeing the sun rising at the same time as my family. In a time zone seven hours ahead, this text wouldn’t make sense, it wouldn’t happen. Of course I’m awake, it’s 2pm!

So I piled on clothes, kissed the dog goodbye and headed out. If she had more meat on her bones she could’ve come with me but her little bird legs can’t handle the cold. She would have to ride inside my coat and she’d probably sneeze all over my camera.

Frost, 8am.

Back inside, I feel as frosted as those branches.
But my hands will soon be around a big warm mug of honey-sweetened coffee.

Hey Dad, look at the trees!