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authenticity


I’m in one of those periods when my mind is shuffling information chaotically. It does this periodically when I’m studying something new. I just let it go, shuffle on, work on it, whatever it is. Even my nights seem filled with chaotic dreams.

What it’s working on, with some intentional input from my conscious mind, and some good hard study, is photography.

Yes, I’m studying technique (lighting, composition, white balance, etc.). But I’m also studying what’s happening in the “fine art” photography world. I’m no expert, I’ve just begun this pursuit. But it’s reminding me of what I studied and learned (and still am) about poetry:

~ Don’t use clichés.
~ That photo of a flower, so what?
~ What is beautiful?
~ What’s been done already?
~ What’s new about your perspective?
~ Is it honest, authentic?

Questions are raised about the whole nature of aesthetics, art and whether beauty is the point of photography? Is it MY point?

In the elite world of photography, even the winners of the photoblogs awards this year, the photographers are often, may I say usually, not in the category of “wow, that’s a beautiful photo,” but rather in the category of, wow, that is really interesting, that’s a new way of looking at that particular subject.

Here are some examples:
And check out the photobloggie winners.

So, as an artist, within the larger context of the world of the arts, I want to figure out, what is my authentic “voice”? Do I care what's considered by critics GOOD? In poetry writing, in photography. We all have influences, those who have gone before who leave their mark on our work. How do I choose them? How do I make what I love about their work my own?

And then, how do I find an audience who appreciates my expressions? Because after all, I’m not just doing this for myself.
This is the chaos in my brain. But writing it out here helps.
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Into the Irish Hills

Thanks to Ingrid and her man's recommendations, I drove about an hour into the Irish Hills area on my day off today, to explore some places I've never seen.

In spite of a cold and a sore throat, I enjoyed the leisurely trip and stopped on Route 52 to snap some interesting scenes along the way.




My first destination was Hidden Lake Gardens, just outside Tipton, owned and operated by MSU. The air is starting to warm up, so not once did I shiver as I wandered a bit around the pond, and in the conservatory. This swan took a nap on the ice for a while.





The amaryllis are in bloom, and they dominated one of the conservatory rooms.




After the gardens, I drove a few minutes down the road to Tecumseh for lunch at the British Pantry and Tea Room Café. I drank jasmine tea,





ate lobster bisque soup, a beef pasty and profiteroles for dessert.




They're filled with English cream. I couldn't finish all that and brought LOTS home to Don. I'm serious.


After that delicious and satisfying lunch I drove another short drive to McCourtie Park in Somerset Center. William H. L. McCourtie turned his estate into this park.


There are seventeen of these bridges -- each a different design - which look like they're made of wooden logs, but they're all made of cement. The detail on each one is amazing and even more impressive in person.




This purple martin house is gigantic (and made of wood, not cement) and can hold up to 200 birds! Didn't see any. I did see a crane flying low but couldn't keep him in my frame.




The only thing that would have made this day better would have been to share it. Next time I'll take Don with me. Or you?
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I need your help


First, I was so moved by Nathalie's reference to my last post at her blog and to all the visitors who were touched by Robert Busby's story. It truly shows that what we do has an impact. Many thanks to Nathalie, and to all of you.

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This is a short work week for me, since it is spring break for our students, and I played hookie Monday and will again Friday.

I had an adventure at Lake Michigan Monday in the ice and snow (visit my Flying photoblog for the particulars).

Now I need help planning another outing Friday. Any ideas?

Criteria:

- No more than 3 hours drive
- Photographic opportunities
- No beaches, please (whew!)


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Robert Busby

Robert Busby owned the Creole Gallery in Lansing, in a part of the city called Old Town, of which he was sometimes called “mayor” because he encouraged and invested in it more than anyone, including art galleries, restaurants, boutiques, specialty shops, a jazz festival, wine festival and countless other community endeavors.

Two years ago I took part in a poetry reading at the Creole. Last year my son and his musical partner joined David Mead in a concert there. Mr. Busby invited the artists up to his refurbished loft apartment for a glass of wine and a visit before the show.

He was the loveliest of men, full of energy and enthusiasm for his community. His gallery has been a small, charming venue for artists of every type for years. I loved reading my poems there, with the old hardwood floors, distressed brick walls with paintings hanging, an eclectic artistic attitude and an audience that appreciated it all.

I don’t know what will happen to it now.

Robert Busby was beaten to death Tuesday in the basement of his gallery, apparently by his handyman, a man whom he had helped out for a long time. No motive has been discovered, nor may it ever be, since his alleged killer took his own life after the police chase.

Thank you for spending a moment with me in gratitude for a man who blessed his community with his presence, resources, time, energy, kindness, and love.

Thank you, Robert, for everything you did for us. For who you were. For who you are.
Both photos borrowed from the Lansing State Journal.
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Animal tracks




The snow will soon be gone, and it will be harder to see animal tracks.


In our back yard, we have deer, possum, raccoon, coyotes, rabbits, woodchucks/groundhogs, skunks, bluebirds, bluejays, cardinals, titmouse, junkos, various finches, various woodpeckers, crows, hawks, kestrels, bobwhite, wild turkeys, various flickers, indigo buntings, bats, turkey buzzards, mourning doves, pheasants, foxes, red squirrels, pine squirrels, chipmunks, moles, field mice, voles, a feral cat, a barn cat, and doubtless many animals we haven't seen or chronicled.
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The Oscars


It’s almost time to watch the Oscars, and I am looking forward to it. I love clothes, and seeing what the women are wearing is lots of fun. I also enjoy hearing what the host (Ellen DeGeneres this year), presenters and winners have to say. I especially await the comedy, to see if the host and presenters can make me laugh. I think Ms. DeGeneres is pretty funny, and her deadpan persona usually cracks me up.

I think that this year I’ve seen fewer nominated movies than ever before. I couldn’t even tell you what’s nominated, even though I have a list somewhere. I know Helen Mirren and “The Queen” have lots of nominations. I’ll be plugging for her.

It’s a glitzy week, with the Democratic Presidential candidates gathering in Beverly Hills for fund raisers. All the hoopla about what Barak Obama’s fundraiser Geffen said about the Clintons. All the wealthy celebrities, and who they will support. I heard that just for California each candidate needs $20 million for their campaign.

All this money being waved around, the million dollar Swarovski curtain on the Oscars stage, the millions spent for a presidential race (it will be billions before all’s said and done), well, you can’t help think about that, can you?

Remember what I wrote about global climate change and the idea of carbon offset programs a couple weeks ago? I’m still researching it, and I don’t know what is legitimate and what isn't. But I think I’m going to do something as a starter. Carbonfund.org has a campaign to raise money for carbon offset (developing renewable resource energy options) as a way to send a message to the Oscars this year, supporting Al Gore’s film “An Inconvenient Truth,” which is nominated for best documentary. If you donate to this carbon offset program, they’ll send a message to the Oscars about the campaign.

Remember last year when many stars arrived in hybrid vehicles instead of limos? It might seem like a gimmick, but gimmicks get people’s attention. And lots of people wait for someone else to bring attention to issues before they wake up.

Is this about allaying guilt? Will I feel better about myself watching all that glitz if I do something helpful? I dunno. I think it's about balance. Every choice I make has an effect.

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Ginger tea


Some of you have already tried this tea. I had two cups yesterday and decided to post the recipe for anyone who needs this wonderful concoction.

When Lesley was home for Christmas, she made this for me, and I got hooked, big time. It's full of antioxidants, but it also tastes yummy. So I drink it just for the pleasure.


Ginger Tea

3-4 thin slices fresh ginger (unpeeled is fine)
juice of 1/2 lemon
1 garlic clove, peeled (optional)
1 dried red pepper (optional)
hot water
honey to taste

If you're not opposed to trying it with the garlic and red pepper, try it. They make it wonderful! If you have a cold, the red pepper clears your sinuses.
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