This photograph selection of a girl from Italy caught my attention from a special exhibit at the St Louis Art Museum in 1991 and has beckoned the call of the work from photographer Paul Strand ever since.
Paul Strand was able to capture the silence, integrity, independence, and energy of his subjects with little more than his deeply saturated silver gelatin prints from a time and age when few considered photographs on a level plane as the expression of a direct brush stroke of a painting.
The silent gaze in her eyes, holding a simple yet well crafter straw hat and carefully buttoned article of clothing that tells us little more than intrigue and comfort. Her hair is well groomed and held back with a single barett.
We shall never know what she is thinking but trust in her purpose of staying within her gaze of her own time.
The beginning of autumn in the year of 2014 appears to be that of the day after writer Debra Bass of the St Louis Post-Dispatch deemed the last day of summer.
Others note the start of Fall from the phenology perspective as the time of periodic plant and animal life cycle events, or the revelation of the color of orange and yellow leaves.
However, without debate the beginning of the changing seasons begins when we reflect on the glory days we created under the sun, sipping water steeped with fine black teas, and watching the wind ripple patterns on the surface of swimming pools. Some wander off into the deep end, others hold the hands of their friends when they let go of the safety of the edge.
Wherever you are, let is bathe in the day we call rest and get back to the preparations of new beginnings.
“It was a place of strong smells. Mint in the yard. Eucalyptus trees on the drive. Talcum powder and Lysol and always a potato rotting somewhere in the kitchen. Their home would have been a good place to be blind.”
Beautiful in it’s description and time.
Definitely not a car freak and happy to have just about anything that works. We assign far too much attention to material possessions in life that only rear their importance when life demands it’s respect.
Then I caught a glimpse at this navy blue Dodge Challenger. Hats off to Dodge for re-inventing the classic car by focusing on the stylings and performance that created a glorious history of the American hotrod.
With the exception to the extreme beauty of the top builders such as Ferrari and Porsche, most automobile choices are relatively simple and quite boring when viewing the overall shape and style. Mercury is at the top of the list for building stale automobiles with their uneventful shape of their front grill.
Even BMW has become homogenous with the same shapes of a Lexus or Toyota.
But Dodge is doing something different, they’re making style sexy again. As a former hotrod builder I know the lure of raw horsepower and wheel-chirping rear ends but I can be equally excited by style and beauty.
If someone designed a 18-speed roadster with the power of a sewing machine, simple controls, USB port, auxiliary jack for a phone, and the power window and heated seats buttons within reach that would be completely acceptable as long as the body shape was reminiscent of natural shapes and spoke words of beauty with a curve here and a twerk there.
Less is more as long as it has style. I could care less that this owner was overweight and had a handicapped sticker, and carried a venti sized whipped cream starbucks smoothie, she’s driving a Dodge Challenger. #dodge #challenger #musclecar #modernchariot