Here, in My Orvieto, we gained an hour and lost a couple of months.
I think today was the month of January. Better… I think today was November to April in Colorado when winter was winter. It was colder here than the shoulders of all the people I meet. I digress…
What to do when it is Daylight Saving Time and it’s darker than the first print I made in my makeshift darkroom in 1967? Now that was dark.
I roamed from my home with my camera to see what I could see. Or if I could see, you see.
Lines and shapes and shadows and mood and gale force winds. Not just gale winds. Gale. Force. Winds.
I returned to Casa Terese and entered my darkroom that I built in my Etruscan Cave of a garage. According to the thermometer it was 51 degrees in there and felt like January days in Honolulu. My hands were so cold, 68º water was too hot to handle.
After fifty-plus years of committing art with a camera I still get the first kiss butterflies in my stomach each time I frame up. I am having the most wonderful next season of my life. Everywhere I go, whether it is Orvieto or The River, I see such beauty and grace in the simplest forms.
So, I commit art to share the truth I know… captured critical moments that, if allowed, will brighten our hearts.
Thank you all for giving these fotos a moment of your time. It means everything to me.
