Huge moons there wax and wane
Again--again--again
Every moment of the night--
Forever changing places--
And they put out the starlight
With the breath from their pale faces.
Edgar Allen Poe
There was an accident in front of my house, the police car lights were flashing and I noticed the bottles in the window were back lit by the different color lights.
I love quirky, whimsical, unusual things in my art and my photography. I love worn, vintage things with a feeling of having been around for a long while. I am a very visual, tactile oriented person. I think of myself as an autumn child. I am stimulated by the colors and temperatures of this beautiful season. I also love the faded, used colors of old fabrics and textiles. I have lots of different interests, reading, sewing, knitting and photography. I worked as a news and wedding photographer for many years. Now I photograph my children, grandchildren, pets and surroundings for my own pleasure.
The moon is a silver orb that enchants the night. They say you can fall in love if you stand too long in it's silver light. I fell under it's spell, for it is caught in my looking glass. It lures me, but when I reach to touch it's slivery glow, my fingers touch the cold surface of my looking glass. It's only a relfection, this my looking glass moon. Then I wonder if my life has become a looking glass moon, only a reflection. And so I need to put a bit of myself here so I know I am real.