In honor of this season of beautiful transition, I thought I’d include some images of autumn leaves in this post. Autumn is my favorite time of year, and here in New England offers not only the perfect weather – not too hot, not too cold – but some of the most spectacular views Nature can create. Already there are small pockets of fiery red appearing in some of the trees. Though the weather has been so unpredictable, extreme and erratic lately, I think it’s finally safe to put the air conditioner and summer clothes back into storage and start mentally preparing for a long cold winter! But first, there are several glorious weeks of crisp air and stunning colors to enjoy.
Home is what you have to leave
to know where you belong
Because I come from a family of professors and have spent most of my working life in scholarly libraries, for me, autumn is not just about the end of summer heat and outdoor activities, but also contains in it the excitement of new possibilities that come with the new school semester. As I continue to pick college towns to live in, the academic schedule still informs my sense of late September as a time of renewal and beginnings as a fresh group of bright young students starts to appear on the deserted heat-dazed streets of summer, just as the bold colors of fall foliage start to emerge!
I've always looked up to happiness
As part of my preparation for the SoWa outdoor art markets Brian and I began participating in yesterday, I reviewed my files of images and selected what I thought were my most striking (and marketable!) photographs, for reproductions in medium sized and large mounts and as smaller hopefully more approachable and affordable note cards. It became clear that I am mainly a two season photographer – in winter I take mostly black and whites, and in autumn I break from my preferred medium and shoot color. I’ve tried spring and summer, and they just don’t hold as much interest for me, in terms of colors or lighting or subject, or bring the same results. I think the only successful shots I’ve taken in early spring were after a freak late winter snowstorm – and as for summer, it was a rainy chilly gray day that tasted of early fall!
In the Conservatory,
the bonsai are concise.
It's their fidelity I like,
a poem should be so true
a hundred year old oak that casts
the shadow of a child
All images in this post, and most of the ones I brought to market, were taken in New York City, my artistic wellspring and muse; the words are drawn from poems written about or in my hometown. The shots featured here were all from one October visit to quite possibly my favorite place on Earth, the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. It is a sanctuary in a city that can wear you down and out, and kept me sane while I still lived in Manhattan; any trip back home now includes a pilgrimage to this sacred spot. It boasts all kinds of local and exotic plants, from the tiniest herbs to the largest trees, hundreds of flowers on a schedule arranged so that something is always in bloom year round, and presents itself in a variety of seasonal forms, plus meandering streams and pathways, and a small resident fish and bird population.
love the world within
In the autumn months, trees attract dozens of local and foreign photographers. I actually had to wait my turn for some of the more popular trees pictured here, finding my own unique angle and connection to the subject under the pressure of company and a time constraint! I have visited and photographed the BBG in every season, including during springtime when the blossoming cherry trees create a pink snowstorm of petals overhead and underfoot, but the images I love are from autumn. It’s my hope and belief that my passion and love for, and what I consider a longstanding intimate friendship with this place shows through in the images I’ve taken and will make them appealing to buyers as I display them every Sunday from now through November.
Autumn also means harvest, and storing things up for the hard season to come. My own personal growing season has involved creating market inventory and enjoying all these new friendships on Blogger with likeminded creative souls. Now I feel it’s time to reap the rewards of my labors. After much planning and hard work, yesterday Brian and I drove in to Boston. With me were close to 200 pieces all hand assembled and inscribed. It proved to be a slow day for all vendors, and our sales were minimal. But many passing people were drawn into our tent and stopped to look and talk, and many who kept walking paused and had looks of pleasure on their faces as they surveyed our work. We were even interviewed on video for a local college newspaper! Brian’s impressions and photos will appear in his regular Thursday posting, but from my side of the tent, I considered this a good strong beginning! It was a long day from loading up at 6am to unloading back at the studio at 6pm, and we will be doing it again next weekend for a two day event that includes one of the Boston area’s biggest Open Studios, during which some of the best local artists and galleries open their doors to the public. This happening, which generally attracts thousands of folks who are specifically looking for art and artists, not just out on a warm autumn day walking their dogs, should prove to be quite an experience for us!
On a float at water's edge
I crouch a while content.
Within me and without,
I'm mostly of this element,
and love to listen to a lake's
Once selling season is over I hope to focus exclusively on the more creative side of things, experiment and push myself a little, and as the first snow falls, hunker down indoors and with no distractions give myself the time and room for some of the ambitious projects I’ve been envisioning, in great part thanks to my exposure to and interactions with some of you followers out there! So, with all this inspiration, and a little less urgency to manufacture marketable goods, who knows what will burst forth next spring?
this brief dark life suddenly awakening