An April gallery, speechless. When the words come, here they shall appear. In the meanwhile, please enjoy!
An April gallery, speechless. When the words come, here they shall appear. In the meanwhile, please enjoy!
Did you know that that sun actually moves on the horizon? Disappearing so that I can no longer photograph it rising these spring mornings? April Fools! We all know from grammar school science that the Earth is doing the moving and that exquisite star just shows up in a variety of places throughout the year. But, what about us loyal photographers who begin their day shooting the first hint of light as it pops up on the horizon? The spoiled ones who stumble outside onto an elevated terrace in their bathrobes and bare feet, coffee waiting on the dresser inside? Where can I lodge my complaint?
A prisoner of my tony terrace, my alternative is to get my butt over to the beach and make like a real nature photographer. So what that I have to prepare myself for a long drive to work and feed and water all the domestic critters living with me. I’ve been doing this for nearly eight years and now that I have a book and a community on Facebook and Instagram it seems SO IMPORTANT!! What will these people who see my photos daily do without me? And, what did I do those prior years?
I’m sure that the social networking friends will survive and in fact, punt for me with their wonderful photos that pop up on my pages daily. As I’ve remarked before, this is my favorite part of this photography book journey that a community has sprouted this way. I’m pretty sure that I’m screwed until June so I’ll be searching my brain for some creative ways to use this time and space. I am meditating.
More meditation. That’s it.
Picturing a sun coming over the horizon.
Enjoy the spring, the spring holidays, and your own sliver of happiness, wherever you find it.
Nature is definitely toying with me. Soon the morning sun will disappear into the horizon obstructed by the building I live in and everything in front of it. I don’t remember what I did last year but I’m sure I’ll find a resourceful way to stay current in my sunrise postings. Or find a way to quell the shimmy shakes when they start to jar me for the lack of morning camera events.
Perhaps to prepare me for the troubling event of nature aka the inconvenient revolution of the Earth, I was treated to some magnificent sunrises this week. (Giving a whole new meaning to the universe revolving around oneself, no?) Whereas I awoke to predominantly gray skies, by the time I paged through morning emails and sipped the last of my Italian roast, a very pink-red sun plopped out over the sea and wooed me no end. Without killing either of my cats, I was fast enough to just catch the shots that some Facebook posters thought I’d doctored with color enhancements. Not that I’m above doing that, mind you, these shots needed almost no help. Maybe just a left-side crop to minimize the terrace balcony. I’ve included the shots in the slide show below so you can see for yourself.
The week of pink-red sunrises also leads up to the opening of a new season, spring is springing precisely today, and what we call a new moon (no moon) is begging for wishes to be made and dreams to be dreamt. I have plenty, all right, and hope who’s ever reading this does, too. Many of them are happening in real time, and my little bookie book keeps motoring along both with publicity and public events. First for Women, the mega-grocery store tabloid gave it a sweet review and a story of mine was published in Nothing But Good News magazine.(make sure you go to page 30) To round things out, I’ve been asked by a bunch of PROFESSIONAL PHOTOGRAPHERS to make a presentation on Tuesday, 3/24 at their photo salon in West Palm Beach. I was thinking of stopping at Sports Authority to pick up a catcher’s mask, but maybe they’ll go easy on me. What I’d almost prefer is to have a Q&A session with ME asking the questions. However it goes, I’m looking forward to it. (Maybe I should bring my guitar?)
As the sunrise perspective slips away I do have my sunset accessibility back and am thankful for that. Nature is so good at keeping things in balance and after work bike rides and terrace sunset shooting continues. And, my humble Facebook community of 8K + grows daily and the picture posts and the comments tickle my heart.
Wishing you a wonderful entry into the season of abundance, love, and hopefully much joy. Your roving (raving?) sun reporter saying, over and out.
How much more obvious can it get than a magnificent star rising every morning on our horizon to wake us up to our own magnificence? So obvious that it’s easy to miss. This giant gift we’re given every day escapes us in our busy lives; who takes the time to drink in the blessing that warms our planet on a daily basis, keeps us alive?
Okay, so I picked a home in the sky, a high-rise apartment with a terrace on the 14th floor where I can “emerge spiritually from slumber” quite literally by filling my vision first, even before brushing my teeth, with the blessing of a sunrise. We talk about the dawning of a new day, we cite the magic of the rising sun in spiritual text, acknowledge the sun’s vitamin D powers in our scientific literature. Could it get more obvious?
I’m not suggesting the sun to be a false idol of any kind, but surely it’s one of the more miraculous orbs of creation from which we can draw spiritual sustenance. There are trees and roses, azure waters and many miracles of nature all around us, but the rising (and setting) sun is a constant that we can universally access from almost anywhere. The places where darkness seasonally prevails (around the North and South poles) notwithstanding, most of where humans choose to reside come replete with daily doses of sunshine.
What about it makes the rising of the sun so spectacular — so often photographed, painted and used in poetry and song lyrics? Its beauty is constant but its visual manifestation is different every day. Just like us. So much of who we are is made of the same predictable stuff, but a space seems always left for the unexpected, for change, for untold beauty that’s never before been seen. We are like the sun in our penchant for showing up, but our rays of expression vary from day to day, moment to moment.
Maybe we love the sun so much because it reminds us not only of the divine, but the divine in ourselves. We can “stop and smell the sunshine” or we can sleepwalk through our day and make the motions of a fluid, forward-moving life.
I choose to remember my divinity as I jump out of my bed each morning, peer through the blinds and make my way onto the terrace, cats at my feet and camera close at hand. My tribute is to document what I see and share it in pictures. The moment of magic enters my eyes, concentrates in my heart, then is absorbed and embraced through the lens of my camera. When I “develop” my pictures onto the computer screen, it’s like opening a door in my heart. From this place, I hope the feeling I experienced is conveyed to the person admiring the photograph. I’m less after the technicalities of a perfect shot and more about the magic of the moment stirring inside of me. Keeping it all to myself just doesn’t seem fair.
Seven, almost eight years, of snapping these photos morphed into a serious hobby, then a book, now a growing Facebook community of backyard shooters who send and post what’s greeting them on the horizon either morning or sunset times. Or both. I feel blessed to be a part of this grand circle of appreciation. Taking a moment to look at what is always around us can cause waves of joy and well-being exponentially throughout our day that ultimately spill over onto the people around us.
What could be better? And, all I had to do was wake up. (emerge from slumber).
(story from The Edge – the link:http://bit.ly/1zT3xQ8)
I’m finally getting this slide show thing down and really digging it. If I were to tell you all that’s gone on in the last weeks we could be here a while. There’s been lots of love, some episodes of loss, a bad cold and a whole lot of sunrise and sunset shooting going on. I spoke to some lovely teachers at the Palm Beach Reading Council, had an encore appearance on Valentine’s Day at my hometown Barnes & Noble in Boynton Beach and am about to see my book on the tables of the annual AVDA luncheon, the charity to which proceeds from my book are going. Translation: 400 people will get a copy! Then, before you know it, it’ll be March 12th and my little book will grace the goody bags of 800 people who attend the annual Love of Literacy luncheon put on by the Literacy Coalition of the Palm Beaches. I love this event and this year’s speaker is Kate DiCamillo, the author of Because of Winn Dixie (among other award-winning titles).
I had some pet bird disasters. Rashi, my magnificent cockatiel left his earthly perch for birdy heaven and Tito, the nearly bald miniature parrot almost joined him at the claw or tooth (we’re not sure which) of one still-partly-feral cat, Sachi. There were two visits within two weeks to the birdy veterinarian after not having seen him for 10 years. Poor little dears. I miss having Rashi to the left perched on my book shelf, shredding the tops of cookbooks in my morning field of vision as I post my photos and meanderings. Now and then, he was directly on the computer preening and breaking out into his version of revele. RIP good buddy. You were a good bird. Maybe the only “normal” one living under this roof. Tito’s come around and I actually think he’s missing his twice a day dosing of antibiotics – three kinds, that is. In his world, any attention must feel like good attention. Poor little bald bird.
We had our “cold snap” here in South Florida and as of today, it may be officially over. Let’s hope not, as I’m not anxious for the multi-month heat wave that typically follows. I did see, however, in our local lagoon, a huge celebration of the warm weather and sunshine in the form of iguanas, turtles, pelicans, green herons, Mallard ducks, coots, wood storks, and great big herons of every kind. It was miraculous. Looked like Noah’s (avian) Ark.
Look for my book in First For Women, the grocery store tabloid magazine on March 19th and coming in April, Avenue magazine in tony Delray Beach. The Happy Herald just did a wonderful feature here in the South Florida market and I was actually asked to speak a the monthly salon for photographers at the Palm Beach Armory in late March. What the heck am I going to tell them? Methinks I better wear protective gear should they show up with things to throw at me.
I kid, but am a little nervous. I’ll tell them all about the publishing and marketing parts. Then, I will beg them all to be my mentors. Please teach me camera settings beyond automatic, pretty please?
Over and peace out.
Whew! Is this year going super fast or is it just my brain slowing down? I was without John for 19 days while he worked away in tugboat land, this time in Shanghai. He hated being there (sorry to say) and I couldn’t wait for him to come back. My sunshine comes in more packages than one, and John is an essential ray in my life. I realize that even more when there’s a gap like this. But, he did send pictures of a brand spanking new tugboat suspended in the air ready to get placed on the vessel assigned to bring it to Panama – what – ? Never mind. Let’s just say, I’m one of the few lucky ladies that you’ll meet who receives tugboat pictures. (That’s why we call him Tugboat Johnny!)
Meanwhile, there was my favorite opera, La Boheme, an Audra McDonald presentation (disappointing – too much talk, not enough singing), book club, radio interviews and dinners with friends. Last night a beautiful meditation group invited me to present my book (John was MIA in Panama). Even a pre-Panama jaunt with John to Ormond Beach had me taking sunrise pictures from the ground for a change.(Loved the sparkling on the sand!)
The constant in my life was/is the waking up to the awesome-ness of the day through the miracle of a sunrise. It’s like a shot of adrenalin straight into my heart every morning. I beat myself up sometimes for my lack of discipline in the ways of sitting meditation but I show up for the sunrise every morning. Workday or on the weekend, it matters not. This is where I am juiced. This is the vitamin D that floods my entire being. This is the only time of day where my face isn’t slathered in sunscreen. Nothing gets between me and this moment of connection. It’s big, it’s universal, it’s personal, it’s indescribable.
So photograph it, I will. And, when I can catch it, I’ll continue to celebrate the day’s majestic endings. If it’s not on the page, or in the camera lens, the sunset is in my imagination. Bounced in all its yellow-orange-red glory to the same place where the sunrise lives. Inside of my heart.
I am solar powered 24/7. Enjoy, all!
The weeks are flying by. 2015 feels like a big year to me. The one thing that’s been sorely missing is a consistent showing of the sun. But, we do what we can and I continue to snap the elusive picture and dig into the archives for some historically pleasing photos. And, on Facebook (shown here), we’re getting pretty regular about matching my photos with NEW inspirational passages. At least, new to me. Going through the pages of well-known people – as in the style of the book (Sunrise, Sunset: 52 Weeks of Awe & Gratitude) but lately placing the words right onto the photos. Let me know what you think about this newer style idea. Contemplating new ideas for a next book, too. What do you think about focusing on clouds? Match them up with some meditations or more passages in the style of the first book. (First book, that makes me blush to be able to say that). Anyway, I’m anxious for your feedback. Meanwhile, some nice things are cooking for Sunrise, Sunset (the book). Jumping on the radio today in Montana, will be on Edie Weinstein’s show in Feb (will get details) and will have a feature in the mega-grocery-store-circulated magazine, FIRST FOR WOMEN in March. Can you believe it? I hardly can. Then another in a South Florida, very lovely, glossy magazine called LIFESTYLE. Also in March or April. My book will be the souvenir in everyone’s goodie bags at two esteemed events here in South Florida, AVDA’s luncheon on February24th (to whom proceeds from the book are donated to help victims of domestic violence) and the annual volunteer luncheon for the LITERACY COALITION OF PALM BEACH on March 12th. On March 7th, you can find me at the Intuitive Fair at Changing Times bookstore in West Palm . That should be good fun. And, while I’m in a showing off mode, have you seen the article I wrote for http://www.inspyr.com? It’s called: Chase Your Passion: Do These 5 Things To Achieve Your Dreams. I’m pretty proud of it and hope you enjoy it! See you around the sunrise and sunsets and hope you’ll add your beauties to the Facebook page. We’re waiting for you!
How about this for a new year’s email? And, after FINALLY unplugging a bit from all the running around in circles that creating and selling a book entails…
Happy New Year!!!!!
I just wanted to tell you that I love, love, love the book. I bought the first three sight unseen. I loved it so much, I bought five more from Barnes and Noble, then I just got ten more from HCI – it’s a great New Year’s gift to people – which I don’t always do but I thought it was the perfect thing/time to support you and share the “52 Weeks of Awe and Gratitude”.
Let’s just say that this little email is warming the cockles of my sunstruck heart (I JUST received it). And over the winter holidays, I had a chance to remember all the other things in my life that I’m grateful for. Like: my boyfriend who’s been a super trooper throughout the craziness of book tour; my crazy cats who never cease to both delight and exasperate me in equal measure; my good friends who make sipping bubbly even more giggle-provoking and sometimes teary-eyed with love; my two birds (Rashi and Tito) who put up with everything else while getting only smidgens of attention; my new gold Trek bicycle which is much nicer than the stolen one (good riddance to Big Pink); the ocean I see and visit as much as possible; the neighborhood ospreys, iguanas, turtles and ducks; the cinema which entertained me no end (via Benedict Cumberbatch – swoon- Michael Keaton – oh my goodness – and the guy who played Stephen Hawking – miraculous.) And, let’s not forget the maven, Meryl Streep. And, a good time was had staying home on this vacation time. I dread the word stay-cation so I won’t say it. There, I didn’t! When you live in paradise, it’s holiday every day.
I’m back at it now and getting a slow start. I’m all about cultivating kindness this year. In a bigger way than usual. The word just popped in and I like stating one major goal rather than a massive list of unachieavables. How about you? Oh, I’ve course I have to get back to my Peruvian Power Foods fighting weight and cut back on the bloody carbohydrates. Not too hard to do when Manuel, my food guru, keeps me in dark chocolate and figs every night!! It could be worse.
Here’s hoping you were cocooned with love over the holidays and that the warmth of that love powers you across the New Year into an amazing 2015. I’ll try to be more regular here, but lots of plates in the air these days. I do miss you.
All love, (and pretty sunrise sunset pictures)