This evening I sat on my porch, looking at my little garden, listening to, smelling, watching the rain, something I like to do very much. The rain cooled things down and gave a hint of the chill of autumn coming on. I felt a bit rueful and a bit mournful. In a few weeks I am moving into an apartment, and what I will miss of my living in this house is that porch and that garden and the experiences of sun and rain and shadow and light and color and texture I have found there. So as with almost everything in our lives, my move has losses and gains in it. I look forward to less concern about keeping up the house and the yard and to a new community and a new perspective on the world. But for tonight, I feel mostly wistful . . .
Never having any talent for drawing, I have tried for several years to find a way to work on photographs so that they looked (at least a bit) like paintings. Topaz has come up with software that I think does a good job of approaching this goal. So I've played with it some, and these are early results:
In the yard
I am in the midst of making a move, so I am mainly looking at my library of older photos. Here are two variations on one taken while I was in New York: it is Sanctuary pond.