Adieu © 2012
Today is the last day of my exhibit in New York. Time has gone so fast. From Robin Rice Gallery it moves to the wonderful Iris Gallery in Boston and Aspen. My images will hang in the Boston Gallery this summer–perfect for an exhibit with water and sky.
As I reflect on the months (and stress) of putting together the show, combined with other life events, such as the death of my friend Mary and the more recent death of our dear kitty friend, Maxx, I welcome the perspective achieved by time and distance. I am so grateful for this beautiful summer day, for the opportunity to create images that people buy to hang in their homes. I am grateful for friends who support me and for the creative life I get to live.
After a little break I will return to teaching two classes this summer through PCNW in Seattle: Natural Light Portraiture and also an intensive lighting course. And a book deadline for Amherst Media–my textbook of lighting for anyone who wants to learn what I teach. Due in August.
Here is one of my favorite poems by Mary Oliver. I kept it taped inside my bathroom mirror for years and years so I could be reminded of its message every day, not just every summer day.
The Summer Day
by Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean–
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down–
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?