Postcard Progress

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A few weeks ago, I invited people to take part in a small project. Having been inspired by a postcard exchange I had taken part in with Stephen MacInnis in May last year, I wanted to do a similar thing again on a slighter larger scale. And so I sent out a collection of cards that I had printed to various corners of the globe, hoping to hear some news of their arrival.

Here are a couple of pictures of a few of their adventures – so exciting to see them in their new spaces..more to come!

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From Exeter, UK to…

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Puppy postcard arrived and newly homed with Antoinette in Oregon, USA..

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Small trees, sitting happily on a desk with artist Sydney Lancaster in Alberta, Canada..

(p.s. I’ve just seen that Sydney has just posted about this on her blog today too!)

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nathan 5_72Exploring all corners in the middle of Kansas, USA, in the workspaces of Nathan Filbert and Holly Suzanne.

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Thanks so much to everyone for taking part – this is an ongoing project too, so if you would like me to send you a postcard, get in touch! You can read the initial posts here and here.

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The Right Light

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I’ve burbled on a bit about my love for light in many a post since I started here. It has amazed me just the difference that light makes to a photograph. This may seem obvious, but I truly didn’t quite understand its importance and significance in the mood or feel of an image before I started taking this time to learn.

I have an absolute favourite corner in our house for taking the kinds of shots above. It’s in the corner of our living room, just near a North West facing patio door. All day the light changes there, and makes the most beautiful shades. Sometimes I love to just sit and watch it. It is fascinating how it changes. I have actually moved all of our furniture round to take advantage of this lovely light, so that a table and flat area of wall is there waiting for a picture to form.

I painted the walls of this room a light reflecting grey, not just because I love how it works with the wood and colours we have there but also because I knew it would work as a great backdrop for the kinds of photographs I wanted to take.

Sometimes, a small gleam of sun will reach its way into that corner, and sometimes it just rests in a silvery haze. It is always surprising, and fickle too.

At the moment, light is spare, and I have been struggling a bit to get the effect that I want. But today, it came in and gave me something that felt like the edge of Spring – perfect for these growing beauties, my beans and hyacinth.

Emerging, seeking, the essence of new breath..

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© C. Rennie, 2013

New Space

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Some of my favourite new corners in my new workspace.

It’s a great space to reflect and learn. I’m setting things out and making a home there.

I’ve added a wall of favourite shots too, to look over slowly.

Today was grey, but misty and light.

It feels good, just now

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© C. Rennie, 2013

Movement in Orange and Gold

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I’ve had too much time indoors these past few weeks, so this week I’ve been more out and about.

I’d been eyeing this pathway for a long while, wanting to explore it. Driving past yesterday, I had to stop.

It was spectacular – blurs and lines of gold, grey and green, air and honey. Apple juice.

Leaf mould, twig, light and star shaped moss.

Crackles that make you jump and turn. Breath a little high in your body. Whispers.

Music, everywhere.

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Fragments

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My Gran, as a young woman, and our letters to each other, collected over several years some time ago.

I kept hers, and only recently found that she also had kept mine. I was very touched to discover this.

It’s great to read our parallel stories over time, the years having passed.

I wanted to write the perfect words for the feeling, but no words would come.

I knew somehow that Maya Angelou might have found them..I was right..

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“When Great Trees Fall”

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.”
― Maya Angelou

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Pineapple Upside Down Cake

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The only thing to do with a very hard week is make a ridiculous retro cake. May I present “Mr Pineapple Upside Down Cake”.

Yum.

(This has nothing to do with anything really but I thought it might make you smile.)

And it wasn’t me who nicked the pineapple shape on the left edge. Seconds before I took the photograph.

You just can’t get the assistants these days..

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