Having grown up in the Midwest, I have a real appreciation for the coming of Spring. Saying goodbye to the nasty cold, snowy winters and saying hello to Robin Redbreast and the first crocuses – that sometimes popped up through the melting snow – was always a joyous celebration. I’ve lived lots of places – from cold Minneapolis to HOT Phoenix – but this spring I am truly grateful for living in Oregon.
It’s February 22, and the spring flowers are blooming, buds are on the trees, and we’ve even mowed the lawn twice already. It’s been a pretty crappy winter for you brave souls in the Midwest and East, but this winter has been the BEST in Oregon since we’ve moved in…and it’s been 6 years since we set roots here. We’ve only had one day of snow. Yes, one day. It started snowing at about 2 in the afternoon. We got about 4 inches, and by morning, it was all gone. (Of course, I probably just jinxed us.)
I got out this weekend and took a few photos of “springness.” I hope these give you a little hope that spring is on its way!
I’ve had some fun lately using the online photo editing site, Picnik. I love that you can upload your photos and do cool effects without the commitment of buying a program like Photoshop.
Here’s some of the photos I’ve taken over the past couple summers – enhanced with Picnik.
Swings at the Oregon State Fair
Chicago's Navy Pier
Motorcycle Ride at the Oregon State Fair
Filed under art, photography
Sometimes I have these moments where I realize that I am really lucky. Maybe lucky isn’t the correct word. Sheltered. No. Modernized. Yes. Boring. Kind of. Where am I going with this?
Today, I caught the “Ethiopia: The Omo Valley” episode. He traveled to some of the most remote country in the entire world. The lives of the villagers that he visited are so completely non-Westernized that it was said that the people in one tribe did not even know that they lived in a country called Ethiopia. It was truly amazing to see cultures so unlike mine. So primitive. So pure. So uncluttered. Where it warrants an elaborate celebration for a successful harvest season. Where men from different villages still battle each other for the hearts of the women.
said that he was not there to document the cultures like many photographers or anthropologists do but rather to document the artful body painting, body adornments and ceremonies. He made mention that these tribes have no museums or galleries or even living rooms to hang art, but it is on their persons that they derive art and culture. I don’t know why this struck me as so powerful, but it did.
The cultures are truly beautiful in my eyes. It’s that they know nothing different. And, it seems, if they do know different, they choose to live the way their ancestors have for thousands of years. Incredible. Interesting. Beautiful.
If you haven’t seen Art Wolfe’s show, you should.