Illumination
Beautiful morning light bathes an old spruced-up tobacco barn along Shallowford Road in Lewisville, North Carolina.
Rapturous Light
Although cloudy, overcast days possess their own kind of beauty, for me, it’s the brilliant light of early morning and late evening that stirs my soul and my imagination. I long to capture what such rapturous light evokes within me. Although that quest seems nearly impossible, still I try.
One recent morning, light was working its magic seemingly everywhere I looked. As I rounded a wide curve on Shallowford Road, not far from NC Highway 421, this old, now-spruced-up tobacco barn caught my eye. So I pulled over and began photographing it.
More Photos of the Old Tobacco Barn
To see MORE PHOTOS of the old tobacco barn, please continue to the NEXT SECTION. CLICK to see MORE PHOTOS of the old tobacco barn
Stop and Look
Colors and shapes: The combination of the red stop sign with a dusting of snow on it, the blue sky and the green lamppost in the distance compelled me to photograph this scene at Shallowford Square.
Unexpected Art
Continuing with photos from last weekend’s snowstorm, today’s photos confirm my belief that art is everywhere, if we’ll only stop and look for it.
Very often it’s the everyday objects and moments that give us the opportunity to capture or create art. Lighting, shapes, colors or textures are often key components of appealing art. Even an ordinary old stop sign can qualify as art! CLICK for more UNEXPECTED ART
Music to My Eyes
A section of a broom sage field captured on a beautiful morning in Lewisville, North Carolina.
Seeing the Unseen
You’ve probably looked to the sky before and have “seen” a person, an animal or an inanimate object in some peculiarly shaped cloud. Although in reality the person, animal or object wasn’t actually adrift in the clouds, you really did see that invisible scene in your mind, in your imagination.
When it comes to things that have popped into your imagination, have you ever tried to describe them to another person? In my own experience, sometimes the other person “saw” what I saw, but they often did not.
At times I’ve been the same way, too, when others have tried to describe their visions or dreams to me. I didn’t “see” what they saw, either. I didn’t “get it.”
Creativity and Communication
It quite often seems to be such an impossible task — the conveyance of our unseen dreams, aspirations, or inner creations to others. I think that’s why art, drama, music, and various forms of creative expression are important. They help us to communicate on deeper levels — soul to soul, spirit to spirit.
In my view, creativity and the arts are vital simply because so much of life — and so much within our very selves — is not black and white, not 1-2-3, not formulaic. Instead, in our God-stamped humanity, there seems to be an ever-present “deep calling to deep.”
The Silent Song
Although the above photo is not an especially beautiful image, it nevertheless represents a solitary moment, on a beautiful morning, in the midst of a broom sage field in Lewisville, North Carolina. (I wrote about that morning in two previous posts — Someone’s Story and When Our Photos Disappoint Us.)
Within a few square feet of what appeared to be only stalks of broom sage swaying in a gentle breeze, I saw something more. I saw “music.” Actually, I saw musical notes. And when I saw the notes, I heard the silent song of the broom sage — not literally, of course, but in an imaginary sense.
I’ve prepared a second, graphically modified version of the photo, in order hopefully to give you an idea of what I envisioned in that scene. It really doesn’t come close to the imaginary musical notes that I saw, but maybe it will be helpful to some degree. You can see that modified photo in the NEXT SECTION. CLICK to see the musical notes
Reflections
For years I’ve regularly driven Highway 421 between Lewisville and Winston-Salem. On so many occasions, I looked over at the property of Joe’s Landscaping and Nursery and saw the sunlight creating a strikingly beautiful scene. Most often it was early morning light or late evening light that transformed portions of the property into nature’s works of art.
Whenever I observed those beautiful scenes, I’d typically experience a brief feeling of euphoria, followed by a tinge of emotional pain. Why the pain?
The pain has something to do with seeing a moment of beauty and wanting to capture and share it, but having to let go of that possibility, due to demands or circumstances. In this instance, a four-lane, rush-hour scenario was the foremost deterrent! Even though I knew pulling off the highway was not realistic, that still did not assuage the sense of loss that I felt.
Perhaps the desire to share the beauty one observes is common to those of us who are artists at heart. Whatever the reason for that desire, I think it’s in my DNA.
