“Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” –Dylan Thomas
A simple trio of lilies shot on a warm summer day in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. It seems that I like to shoot these flowers on my birthday.
I waited a bit too long to shoot this red tulip blossom. It sat on my desk and slowly dried out. And I have to say, I’m quite pleased about that.
A dry leaf sits on a park bench in Whitefish Bay, Wisconsin. The colors are just about past peak now around here,
These three seed pods are part of a collection of found objects my wife keeps in a little bowl in our bedroom.
“When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.” -Tecumseh
To me, the tops of pumpkins have always looked like the stumps of large twisted and gnarled trees, long ago removed by the village axman.