Chadd and Donna walk in beauty.
I've just returned home from a marvelous and deep weekend spent with my mother and sister. They allowed me to photograph them for my project. Photographing people whom I have an intimate connection with, is becoming one the most profound artistic experiences I've ever embarked upon.
I drove many miles completely out of my way to shoot this tree. It changes so much daily. I was lucky to catch it in full flame, the other day. Today, there are washes of pink mixed with deep Burgundy...This old piece of glass is bringing me so much joy. Loving my vintage Nikon lens! I can hardly contain myself. #gratitude
Bicycled 10 miles this morning. I wanted to go further, but I have projects due for my sound design class. Currently, I am working on a multimedia artwork that incorporates my photography with personal narrative. I've gestated this work for a long time. I've been taking photographs as part of my creative process for years. However, this is the first time that I'm using photography as a primary medium for self expression. I'm excited for where this process is taking me.
Spirit work, as I practice seeing...This photograph captured with my vintage Nikon lens takes my breath away...In that moment, I was looking toward the light...
These first days of spring have been so chilly. A nor'easter is forecasted for this weekend...However, on this day, my run was good and the sky was magnificent. Gratitude.
The process of wrapping my offering has me meditating on the beauty, meaning and myth of dragonflies. I've come by bucket full of thousands of brass dragonflies in the junk. This offering is becoming a swarming nest of dragonflies.
My Offering series centers on aspects of death, grief, mourning, rebirth, transformation and regeneration. The day Richard called to tell me that a bucket of brass dragonflies had been dropped at the junkyard, I knew I wanted to use them in my artwork. Still, I sat with them for a while, as they spoke to me.
Awoke this morning feeling hopeful. There is a stripping away that is occurring in our culture. We seem to be getting to some raw nerve.
Will write more later. For now, I've got to hit the snow. The forecast is 55 degrees today and 60 degrees tomorrow. My love affair with this trekking bliss is coming to its end....
I've been trekking miles through the open snow. The effort makes for immediacy and focus. The field snow is ice crusted and deep. My 30" snow shoes do well in keeping me on top of the snow, still they tend to get stuck in the pull through the ice. As I'm trekking, I'm already thinking of how I will need another expedition type of snowshoe for this kind of adventure. Nonetheless, I am grateful and exhilarated by how well I am making my way across the open field.
In nature, I am rejuvenated and hopeful. This exercise feeds my work.
Snow days are an excellent opportunity to recalibrate and center oneself. Gratitude.
We've had very little snow in these parts this winter. I crave the peacefulness and beauty of blizzards.
Best friend Marjorie and I had the good fortune to spend some time together in the days following the Presidential election that voted Donald J. Trump into the Whitehouse. We were still reeling and in shock. During our two days together, we traveled around NYC, took many taxis, and spoke with as many New Yorkers as we could about their thoughts about the recent election.
©Shelita Birchett Benash
I found a private lake today. I paid to enter and found myself on the most beautiful trail. I'm going to keep this place a secret. I will run the trails there through this winter. As I marveled my way around the lakeside, I could hear God say, " You're welcome."
I'm in a thrilling place with my running practice. Taking my run off-road onto the field, backwoods and expansive open fields that are all around me has set my spirit free! The run is harder, yet my body does not feel the brunt of the impact. I feel myself getting stronger. I've been researching the benefits of grass running. I will continue to train this way for the half marathon I have coming up in December.