April Showers & a Monumental Symbol

Dearest Blog-Friends,

Over the past few weeks I’ve heard privately from a few of you, asking me where I am, why I am so quiet…colour, feet, stumbleI hadn’t realized I was being quite so quiet as to draw attention to myself, but there you have it.  Things have been a bit overwhelming in my world, much much stuff going on.colour, cross, crowdApparently there is a Grand Cross forming in the sky (planets opposed to and squaring each other, like a big monumental Easter hologram in the heavens), producing a lot of stress, pressure and change for a lot of people.  Seems I am one of ‘em.colour, close on young manMeanwhile, one of the things I’ve been tinkering away with, slowly here and there, is trying to get another site going, just for photos.  I’m thinking to make Follow Your Nose a bit more of a writing / musing / iPhone space, and to make the other site, KathAphoto, a place for more finished photography.
It’s still new, still taking shape, just a couple of posts up, but I’m hungry for any kind of feedback, of course, so if you’d like to stop on by at some point, I’d be most grateful.
And for now, some more old scans, of Easter, of that monumental Christian symbol, in other lands -
colour, 2 in a rowHope to be more vocal soon
Mucho affection
Happy spring
Kat
colour, wide of streetWeekly Photo Challenge – Monument

Threshold

Threshold of the subway doors, humans and hints of animal beyond – wolfman on subwayThreshold of a slinky bus, during a morning commute, he studies his phone, bathed in light – 20140406-193526.jpgThreshold of a cliff, of the lake, of the edge of the city, of the transition from urban neighbourhoods to the wild beyond – 20140406-193632.jpg
Threshold of a smile, of the beginning of life, of nascent love…20140406-193701.jpgWeekly Photo Challenge – Threshold

Abandoned Photos

runner, truckThey’ve been sitting in a folder in the basement, old old work prints that never quite got finished, and are here scanned. I’m thinking to join a local photo co-op so I can scan some of the old negatives and revisit them, give them some love, resuscitate them from their state of defunctedness.boy w fridgeThey are moments of abandon, in different meanings of the word – a moment of wild running abandon; an abandoned fridge and perhaps child as well; and losing oneself to the abandon of sleep…sleeperWeekly Photo Challenge – Abandoned

Three Hearts – alleyway art evolving

art in the alleyIn the alleyway just down from my house, there’s the expected graffiti on the garage doors, but more unusual are the bits of installation art that appear.
This one of the heart has been most striking.
It began on one side of the alley, on a kind of plywood sliding wall, and has morphed over time, its paper images and fold-out doors peeling away in the weather, then magically sprouting new imagery in its centre.
After several incarnations on the plywood wall, one day it had been moved to the other side of the alley, near someone’s rear doorway. alleyway heartIt continues to evolve. The images continue to shift. Over time it’s become a highlight of the walk down the alley – to see what new elements have arisen in the night.
I’ve been thinking I must contribute to it at some point, adding some new element, some small sprinkle of love before we leave the neighbourhood.

20140225-113954.jpgWeekly Photo Challenge – Three

Treasure Two

Over the weekend I was thinking about treasure, personal treasures, and I remembered this piece of stalactite from a cave in Spain, reminding me of a time and a place of beauty and freedom and adventure, and a person who was special to me, Seanna the American.
She was a bit of a wild thing, divorced (which seemed slightly exotic at the time) and living in Spain in a funky little house in a small town not far from our small town. She’d come visit now and again and she and my dad would have martini parties and laugh loud late into the night.
We’d gone to the caves together one day and before we left she bought this slice of stalactite from the guide and gave it to me as a gift, one that I’ve kept all these years, hanging in the window so the light will come through.stalactiteAnd taking photos in the afternoon sun, I noticed how this piece of orange calcite glowed so beautifully, a hint of gold to the orange, and was thinking actually maybe this was more of a treasure-looking thing -
orange calciteAnd turning it this way and that, trying to find the best angle, I heard a crash behind me -
kitty w featherAhhhhh, she’s at it again…
You see, treasure one lives in a box on the table in my room, and someone else seems fascinated with feathers.
She knocks the lid off the box, pulls the feathers out, throws them up in the air and licks them, leaving them scattered in a sodden mess around the room. kitty w feather 2One morning I woke up with a feather clutched in a fist and figured somehow in the night she must have brought it into the bed and it ended up in my hand…
Treasure indeed…
Weekly Photo Challenge – Treasure