I took a very early morning walk when visiting my old village.  Took a small detour to check in one of our long standing friends.  She was not awake as yet, or was out walking herself.  She liked doing that, being part of nature and isolation.
As I approached the house and saw the demise of a once beautiful red cedar cottage, that her husband built for them , it broke my heart.   I realised that she was not coping really and has never ceased to grieve over the loss of her husband.  That was well over 20 years ago.
I returned later in the day to make sure she was ok.  Her appearance, her house, the garden, all reflected her mental state.  But with a great network of old caring friends, the odd  hospital stay, somehow she plods on.
The chair, the leaves, the old twigs on a gorgeous old chair had caught my eye.  The verandah in obvious dire need of some attention just beckoned to be photographed in that wonderful morning light.  Here is my interpretation of how I felt at that very moment.

Deep in earth my love is lying.
And I must weep alone.  
… Edgar Allan Poe

 

my love has gone ingrid douglas

Doesn’t time fly? Here I am spending far too much time sharing my art, my vision with so many people. Suddenly here I am and realise how my space here has been neglected severely. This is my special place where I like to share some thoughts, ideals, visions, art and photography. It was my intention to create several books in 2015, including a lot of my photography, my creative editing and some light poetry.  Ah…back on the bucket list!
This brings me to this point.
What do we do with all our images on our many hard drives?  The many back up drives?  The back up on DVDs?
In the future years, who will ever see our photographs?  Memories of our family, our daily life and special events?
It is up to us now to think seriously whether you want to print out these special memorable photos, or create coffee table books, so you can pass these on to your children.
Otherwise I fear we will all disappear into oblivion.

passage of time

When you see a field of dandelions, do you see a field of weeds, or a field of wishes?
I choose to see the wishes and spreading kindness, peace and harmony high on a seed of a dandelion.

This image I created from multiple photographs I captured sometime ago, then with a few other elements and some brush work this creative photo art piece was born.

And let the sunshine shine through the darkest moments – that is also my wish.

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This was a photograph of a beautiful sculpture I captured sometime ago. Or was it on that last fateful visit? Sitting on our Mother’s piano, I always admired this piece.
Oh brother, why did you leave me? You were too young, too vibrant and your bucket list was still way too long.
That ‘C’ word is one that we tend to whisper. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.

Then how could I create an image like this you might ask?
Well, this certainly was not my intention.  I wanted something light, something cheery. Somehow during the silence of creative meditation, a new life, a new meaning, a new mood was born.
Maybe it is something deep within me (no not as passionate as this image).  My brother was always my protector, my guardian, my rescuer. The person I looked up to and admired.
He ensured my childhood in Europe was the best it could be under some very difficult circumstances.

“The love that you receive is equal to the love you give… And for those rare souls who give with no thought of receipt… only they are worthy of the eternal love;
the force that breaks bonds of brotherhood, that transcends the vagaries of pride and ego, a binding of souls that endures across the Ages”
Tyrphosa, Priestess of Aphrodite”

eternal-love-ingrid-douglas-photography

Lately I’ve been attracted to the square image once again. To me it reflects simplicity and minimalism. We know that Square format cameras have been around a long time. The first one was introduced by Rollei way back in 1929.
The square format seems to have gone in and out of fashion over the decades – and there’s no doubt there is a resurgence in popularity once again.

I think of the square format as the fine art photographer’s format. Here are some more reasons that I like the square format:

  • My approach to composition has changed. Shapes become more prominent, there is little wasted space and the balance between the elements changes.
  • The subject of composition within the square format is so interesting and you can toss the rules of thirds out.
  • There’s something magical about the combination of black and white in the square format. Though I have not posted any of these at the moment.
  • The square is very suitable for subjects like portraits, the nude, landscape, still life, architecture, details and abstracts. These are all artistic subjects, and they all work well in black and white – which is perhaps why the square format is popular with fine art photographers.
  • It’s fun. I enjoy going through my old images and seeing which ones can be improved by cropping to the square format regularly.
  • Unlike a rectangle, a square image has a natural sense of balance. A square is a very solid shape, especially compared to an upright rectangle.
  • The strength of the square format is due to the fact that you use the space within the frame well. Leaving much room for experimentation.
    You are not restricted by the rules and can place the subject in various positions within the frame.

The morning quiet with just the whispering sounds as a new day dawns.
The bird songs start slowly, building up to a crescendo.
As you turn, there are rustles in the grasses and reeds.  Unsure of what is about to greet you, you hold your breath.
Dawn is such a magical time of day that we must give thanks.
So my promise to myself is this.  Arise earlier and be out there with mother nature.
As we know, before too long, the tropical heat of the day becomes draining  and the magic of those cool moments are just a faint memory.
My Feathered Friends

  • Tracey Tilson - September 29, 2015 - 6:36 AM

    Oh what a lovely image this is, Ingrid! I love the tones and textures! Hope you are doing well, dear friend! xoxoReplyCancel

    • Perfectoarts - October 21, 2015 - 4:56 PM

      Hello stranger. How lovely to hear from you. All is well with us as I hope it is with you. As you can see, my photographic journey is continuing and now including some art. How very gratifying and of course time consuming. But heck, who wants to do housework all the time!ReplyCancel

It was such joy to paint, be loose and free. This particular painting was coming along nicely.
After a bit, I walked away. Only to return and thought…oh I must fix up that right top corner. Yes, you guessed it. Sheer disaster! The looseness, the spontaneity of the painting was gone…for good. Darn, will I ever learn?

butterflies and fish

Then with sheer frustration I grabbed old credit cards, blotched paint here and there. Continued this way, splat here, splat there, dragging the card across the canvass. Then this painting came back gradually in a possible saved piece of artwork. I was in haste, this was to be completed to go into a Regional Art Gallery exhibition. Phew…I made it.

woven fish

Definitely was not the look I was after, but had to do.  Now to the upside of this story…this painting took out an acquisitive award and gave me a lovely sum of $2K.  Of course I was smiling, but secretly, I still love my very first painting and so thankful that I even had the notion to photograph the work in progress.

  • Yvonne - September 20, 2015 - 3:57 PM

    Yes Ingrid, I agree the original image was looser and softer but in the end you had a great outcome so who’s say which was the better?ReplyCancel

It was such a pleasure and relaxation to creative edit and put my own stamp with this old image I took sometime ago in Brisbane.
It was a most beautiful florist shop and the lady was kind enough and permitted me to photograph.  Not that much generosity about these days.

Tulips originated in Turkey and Persia and these became popular in the 17th Century in Europe.
Did you know that the word ‘Tulip’ is actually a Persian word meaning turban and was a headdress worn by many Middle Eastern people?  In Latin, this translates to ‘tulipa’.  Well there you go.

Tulips have a general meaning of love.  Pink coloured ones  present the idea of perfect happiness and show feelings of care.

tulips please ingrid douglas

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