I never realized how fascinated I was by trees….walking around the neighborhood last night around 6PM I saw the rising moon captured by a tree that was just beginning to bud, and I just couldn’t resist whipping out my camera….As I took the shot, the Van Morrison song “Moondance” sprang to mind,
What a marvelous night for a moon dance, with the stars up above in your eyes. A fantabulous night to make romance, ‘neath the cover of October skies. And all the leaves on the trees are fallen’ to the sound of the breezes that blow, and I”m trying to please to the calling of your heart strings that play soft and low. And all the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush, and all the soft moonlight seems to shine–in your blush. Can I just have one more moon dance with you, my love? Can I just make some more romance with you, my love?…..
For years I used to take the Long Island Railroad Day Trip to the Shinnecock Nation PowWow in South Hampton, New York, to enjoy watching the Native American dancers perform while the hundreds of spectators gorged themselves on the fabulous food. The tribe built a giant stage shaped and decorated like a drum, whose top was actually made of grass and dirt, so they are literally dancing on the earth.
The last year I attended the festival, I had found a beautiful cotton printed with an American flag, which had a bald eagle with outstretched wings in the center, and made sure I brought it with me, I had learned long ago that when attending these events it was Indian custom to bring gifts, that they could exchange with other. As they began a dance for military vets, something made me get up with the idea of giving it to one of the dancers to use. When I arrived backstage, I saw a young man who was earnestly begging his elderly grandfather to get out onstage with the other dancers. “Please, it’s your right, and the dance is almost over.” “No. I’m not going.”
I walked up to them and said, “My father tells me our family has blackfoot indian roots, and he passed away this past year. He was a veteran of three wars. Would you take this scarf and dance with it to honor him?” They both looked at me, and the grandfather took the scarf and walked up the steps to the dance platform. When I reached my seat in front, I saw him dancing in the circle with the others, proudly waving the scarf. The dance was almost over so he wasn’t up there long. At the end of the dance I walked backstage again and thanked him for using the scarf. He tried to give it back to me, and I refused to take it, telling him it was my gift to him for honoring me, and I walked away.
Later that day, the young man found me in the crowd and thanked me for what I had done. He said his grandfather was still wearing the scarf, with pride…..
Palm Sunday, trying to chose a Palm frond bundle, I noticed the beautiful shadow of a nearby tree on the sidewalk….It looks as if the fencing at the bottom of the real tree is helping to prop up the shadow…
On my way home from a concert at Lincoln Center on Thursday, I was struck by the wonderful way the light from different mirror windowed buildings changed as it bounced from side to side….
According to the calendar and the newscasters today, March 20, 2015 is the First Day of Spring. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
As I trudged against the wind to the bank in midtown, I found a statue in front of the American Bible Society’s museum that completely captured the situation. FYI: The figure, partially covered in snow, is actually seated facing forward but by adjusting the angle from which I shot, he looks like he’s facing sideways…
For a study in orange, here are some of my favorite orange shots, and a watercolor I painted that was a study in orange and yellow….
The assignment was to put the focus on one third of the visual field, rather than the center. In this case I have two focal points, and its up to you which one is the real focus–the building (one of the towers of the Yeshiva University’s main building) or the high cloud above it….
Tower silhouette and clouds