What do you see when you seek reflection? It can be literal as in a mirroring image, or it can be serious thought, consideration, aspersion, reproach, cogitation, or deep rumination. It takes many forms to express. It shows many a different face.
The work of Claude Monet is a favorite of mine. Since the time that man put paint to canvas, art has inspired and added beauty to life. The painting Waterlilies:Green Reflections is a wonderful piece with the water deep and dark. The painting allows for personal interpretation, profound introspection, outward reflection. Waterlilies float to interrupt the reflection and change the view. Kinda like life, where to reflect is to elicit a change of view. Or a look back to reevaluate choices.
Monet painted what was familiar to him. From 1910 to 1920, he painted his picturesque lily pond. My photos are what I find familiar from as far back into childhood. My grandfather’s estate had a dam similar to this lake at the farm. I remember the reflections of the trees and reeds vividly. Water has a way of encouraging creativity and I was drawn to water early on.
My images are my version of Green Reflections. No, they do not have the depth and studied use of color, but then again I did not paint them either. But, it is a study of almost monochromatic color with the blurred reflection looking almost brush stroked. Click the image above to see the delicate ‘brushwork’. The sky was very pale blue, so the color is predominately green, the blending in the lake is pretty with subtle detail. Wildflowers and grasses grace the lake shore.
While I was here above, a HUGE animal hurriedly bounded noisily from this area, breaking limbs from the trees. I was scared beyond belief. When I got back, I told my friend and he said it may have been a sleeping deer I startled or a coyote. I said it sounded like a wild boar for all the noise it made and all the movement of the brush. Deer are dainty and rarely make a sound in the forest unless it is rutting time.
I did not know what to do. Visions of cougars and black bear went wildly though my mind. I have had both up close and personal occurrences in Pennsylvania and I have to admit, this put a damper on my nice and fond childhood memories turning rocks for crayfish. The noise this animal made was that big too.
The farm raise elk and sometimes they escape. I would have needed to get myself up a tree fast since their antlers are getting big now. Plus my friend is a big game hunter, and no telling what he may have released in the woods. Just kidding, but he did ask me to capture a black squirrel to populate his forests. Hum. Anyway, next time my phone is coming with me.
The fish swam in close, just like when I was a kid. I used to fish everyday at the dam.
Reflecting on a life full of simple and some harrowing adventure. All from a morning, lakeside stroll on the farm…..