My cameras are with me most of the time. I don’t aspire to produce glossy, dreamlike photos, just a record of what I see. I was struck this first frosty morn by the one brown leaf on the hops hanging outside my bedroom window. It is the only window that doesn’t open so it isn’t screened.
As I’m getting used to one clear eye I like metaphors like “there isn’t a screen.” I’m a bit lopsided and I imagine I will be until after the second cataract is removed and that eye heals.
I experimented with taking pictures of other “little altars” in my room both with flash on and flash off. I do prefer the hazy dreamlike quality of this photo. The basket on the chair has served as one of my altars for many years – maybe 25. It is full of stones, disintegrating feathers, bones, snake skins, seed pods and lots of dust picked up over the years that sifts out the bottom each time I move the basket.
I haven’t thought about my tables and chairs piled with books and a bag of new art materials as altars until I read this description of altars from Beliefnet.com.
“An altar can simply be a place where you come to reflect on the things you truly value–often deeper, more lasting, more eternal aspects of life. The objects on an altar are often symbols of larger ideas. Even family photographs are not just about the people themselves but also about your feelings toward family, community, love, and friendship. Objects–a rock or feather, even things you might not expect, like a poem, an old toy, or piece of clothing–can be, in the words of Theodore Roszak, in his book “Where the Wasteland Ends,” “a transparent doorway” to deeper realms.” http://www.beliefnet.com/Wellness/2000/07/Altars-All-Around-Us.aspx