Showing posts with label photographic art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photographic art. Show all posts

1.1.12

something about the light



This post, once again, has nothing to do with fashion, except to say that I blended this colour blue, which I'm wearing still, and it wasn't intentional, but it seemed to me, that day, to be the same hue as the pool.

I took these photos in Florida, last week. In the 'hot tub', a beautiful square pool next to one of the heated pools, where my mom lives. There was something about the light that day: I jumped out, got my camera, came back in, took these shots. I haven't altered anything about the photos, apart from adding the little shot of me. My father used to ask my sister and I, when we were young, to pose in front of things - monuments and natural places of beauty. He said he needed us 'for scale'. I often think about that idea, and it's very hard to put into words: keeping things in proportion, I guess.

Last night was probably the most wonderful New Year's Eve my husband and I have had, to date. Beautiful: a dinner, with friends, at their home, on our garden square. Other friends came for champagne, and then the four of us sat down to a meal that the host, and I, made: japanese salmon and bok choy, with honey/soy/wasabi glaze (my dish), beef stroganoff with saffron rice and shitake mushrooms (his classic with a twist: he grew up in Japan), and I made baked coconut lime ricotta cheesecake, garnished with orange slices, and pieces of good, dark chocolate. Then we watched the fireworks on television with their beautiful children, and walked home.



In memory of our wonderful cousin Cliff: the brother my father never had. He died yesterday, 31 December, and he was the reason I went to Florida when I did. I loved him, as I love Jan, his wife, who told me I'm like a daughter to them. The last time we saw them, my mom and I - last week - we went to dinner. We all ate fish. When he said goodbye, he made a joke for my husband - who he adored, and visa versa - about our next visit, in February. I could see the effort it took for him, to keep things light.

And I still feel bathed in that warmth, that light. I still see the sparkle in his eyes.

Somewhere in the world, yesterday, a son was born. At that instant. Life goes on.

Happy New Year: I have a very good feeling about 2012.