Category Archives: Water Worlds
Thru the looking glass…lately I’ve been trying new angles of looking at my life. I want to push my art to a new level and get back to the “zone.” Years ago, an accident and illness had me close my new massage practice. My life was in upheaval, but I fell into love with a man who let me blossom over and over again as I tried new facets of myself. Some of the new facets showed me difficult mirror images that had me changing it up with tears and frustration.
I went to the beach tonight with a purple corduroy blanket a yellow ceramic coffee mug and a yoga magazine. I moved thru asanas, meditated, waded out into the cool of Lake Superior and journeyed out to the black rocks of McCarty’s Cove as the sunset to my Qigong and Tai Chi practice. Pink sky. Reflections. Violet on the water. Meditations. Breath.
They come, too.
Day III–Beach Bound at Black Rocks with no-Book.
Thursday was a day off work, the necessity of taking a book and loosing myself in some fiction wasn’t a pressing matter. The day was more-or-less mine. The beach held off until late in the evening and Mike and I had a camera walk on a different kind of beach. Presque Isle has an area on the sunset side called Black Rocks and it is a popular location for cliff jumpers. Even in the cool of this summer evening people were still jumping into Superior. My mood and energy levels are at an all time low today. I remind myself to ride the tide of energy and reflect with the help of that vast blue water letting this low of mine drift and flow.
Middle Management is Challenging and carving out mindspace is the project of the week. No stress or less stress. So, I’m rewarding myself with a romance novel (I never read romance but it came highly recommended) and trips to the beach. Tuesday, July 5th 2011 was Day One. I visted Picnic Rocks Beach in Marquette, Michigan. The day after the Fourth of July saw only a handful of people, some tourists with questions and 30 minutes of sun before workign the 3-11pm shift.
Dead River I-IV
(all rights reserved)
Part One: An evening with Mike on the Dead River Basin had me reflecting. I was thinking of May Erlewine, her music, her lyrics, her voice, and how I needed to be lulled by eddies. I was entranced by the surface tension of the water. The thickness of the water. Viscosity. The reflections of forest and sky. Upsides. Downsides. And how needy I have felt the last few days.
Chocolay River Willow with Bridge
The April 30-Day Project–Day 7
After working at Zero Degrees Artist Gallery, Mike and I went for a walk from the Marquette Visitor Center up the beach to the Chocolay. We then walked up river from the mouth. And there “She” was, my willow. I had been looking for the perfect willow shot. The last month or so I’ve watched the willows turn brighter, more yellow, preparing for spring.
I need to get serious about bills, about getting a Big Girl Camera, and developing the online creative biz of my dreams. But how? How to create the funds I need. Find the time I need? (Explanation: As I am working a full-time job) (Explanation #2: And I have to cook all my meals do to my food avoidances).
Over the coming weeks we will explore, ways to progress!
Good progress has been made over the past couple months. Let’s boost self-confidence with the List Factor.
- I’m an artist at Zero Degrees Artist Cooperative.
- I also have work hanging in the Huron Gallery at the Peter White Library.
- I will have work hanging at the Peter White again in April/May.
- I met with an accountant to check my tax status perosnally and professionaly.
- Paid off two credit cards.
Great, pat self on back. (pat, pat, pat)
How to develop additional incoming funds? To pay off medical debt. AND purchase new equipment? AHA! I need ideas, gimmicks, and get rich quick schemes (that work).
Photo: I went Super Moon hunting with life-partner Mike Hainstock who took this photo. I was again reminded of my camera’s limits. I use a Canon s5 IS and long for a full DSLR. I used some “actions” to create the photo above which to me looks like a spooky scene from a movie, a painting, but not what I wanted to take that night. I long to do thing like this.
I crawl behind frozen waterfalls! The rush of the water sounding like water left on in an overflowing cast iron bathtub with claw-feet. The water spilling over and down into the first floor flat. You could see water moving in the ice. I felt very alive!
Oh, and BTW Mike is behind the same waterfall. Crawling in the cave spaces!
The waterfall is Scott Falls just past the Autrain Bridge in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. See the photo of the falls in summer (also from behind the falls looking out). This photo is available framed at Zero Degrees Artist Cooperative in 8×10 metallic print.
On Friday December 17th, the Zero Degrees Artist Cooperative will host an artist reception and free concert. The wine and cheese reception will feature the works of gallery photographers Jeremiah Harrington, Kim Nixon and Wendy Hill Manson and will take place next door in the gallery annex from 5 until 6pm followed by the Jenn Copeman Band concert from 7 until 8pm. Jenn will have CDs and t-shirts available for purchase.
(release written by Judy Sarosik for Marquette Monthly)
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Each step I take brings me into deeper healing, brings me back to poetry, opens my heart to sky!
It was just a short walk today…from camp to water’s edge. I jogged back up the hill, though. This weekend I refused to rush myself. I did little of what I had planned and I slept a lot.
On the ride to camp, I read poetry by Russel Thorburn from his book, “The Whole Tree as Told to the Backyard”
I love these lines:
At my typewriter close to the window/the cold earned its right to be a metaphor,/but none could be found as we heard/the tree crouching in its dreams.
We took things from the yard and garage (at Craig Street) to camp for winter storage. We brought home wood for the garage woodstove. I picked up buckets and pots. Found three small pumpkins in the garden.
We dropped lumber at Michael and Beth’s home, too.
Dinner was re-warmed roast chicken and I smoothed yesterday’s leftover mashed potatoes into a casserole dish and baked them until slightly crusty.
Now, I have little energy for anything else.
I feel ice forming. It’s below 30-degrees. I am ready for an afghan and more poetry.
My current top-selling photo at Zero Degrees Artist Cooperative is “Blue Web”. I sing with joy every time I sell this photo of a dead fly! It’s a moody piece yet I feel it speaks of hope and offers promise.
This photo is also available at my Etsy Store.