“Through The Full Circle”:
The eyes see
Hearts are at rest.
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The foundation photo sat in my digital files for more than a year and half before I had the courage to test ideas with it.
The changes human beings are now making all across the world in this time of global illness reminded me that, as a species, we have overcome the obstacles of our environments - since the dawn of time.
Your love, with stately air she flies – armed with dreams – soars aloft with honor, faith and grace.
She flies free of the citadel of her kind – but she will return. . . . Just release the breeze.
A bridegroom asked me to create an image for his bride-to-be that included dragonflies - as she loves them.
I created 5 for a series. This one is my favorite.
History does influence our present - and is a factor in our decisions for the future.
When I photographed the origins of this scene, I had other plans for its ultimate appearance.
Then, I re-read “Paul Revere’s Ride” – the famous poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Here are the excerpts that were in my mind as the elements of this image blended together to result in this artwork:
"It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town. . . .
It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington.
It was two by the village clock,
When be came to the bridge in Concord town. . . .
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket-ball. . . .
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere."
“The Dragon’s Island” was once a stack of stone slabs a weary dragon could see from a hot and cloudless sky. The dragon had been flying from dust-filled battles and longed for a soft, green patch of earth on which she could lay her head.
She saw the stack of gray, unforgiving remnants of a volcano’s eruption millennia ago – and imagined soft pillows and undisturbed rest.
She blew out all the colors she harbored in her power – and the slabs tumbled. Some melted, and water circled the glowing remains.
The embers cooled into fine soil for green contentment to grow. She settled down, curling safely into rest. She allowed one eye to close, smiled . . . and slept as much as the powerful can.
"Red Bush Shade" casts cool shelter across benches that rim its pond - and lilies that float there.
From your perch on the boulder, you can wriggle your toes beneath the water where ducks paddle. They are not afraid of you.
You can sit as long as you please . . . to wait for the one - who is waiting for you - on the other side.
Foundation photo by Catharine A Deever
This image was our very first to win recognition in competition - so, it is special to us.
(foundation photo by Bob Deever)
It began as a photo of the interior of a military plane, taken by Bob Deever, SMSgt (ret), USAF. He is always very open-minded about what I do with the photos he texts to me.
I took that photo, cropped and toned it for a foundation that would allow many versions of it to be created from it. Naturally, the original was saved in case I decided to crop and tone a different way for an altogether different approach.
However, even though I experiment with 20 to 60 versions of it - changing colors, applying filters, embedding additional images, I digitally transformed it into this thrilling future-finding work.