A tiny empty glass bottle, three decaying leaves, and three lake stones on a wooden table.
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.”
“We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.”
An extremely processed photograph of the waterfall at Pewitt’s Nest near the Wisconsin Dells re-imagined as a digital painting.
“Harmony makes small things grow, lack of it makes great things decay.”
Curved lines in the architecture of the Milwaukee Art Museum in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
Another reoccurring subject in my 365 Project is feathers. This tiny down feather is the latest image in that theme.
I wanted to capture something “summer-y” and minimalist to commemorate the impending end of summer and the slow downhill slide to the dead of winter.
“By contemplating the impermanence of everything in the world, we are forced to recognize that every time we do something could be the last time we do it, and this recognition can invest the things we do with a significance and intensity that would otherwise be absent. We will no longer sleepwalk through our life.”
–William B. Irvine