Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Sunday Noon

The noon hour of Sunday is almost a sacred hour---half the world is either sleeping in, having lunch, or just starting on that delicious weekly nap. This Sunday I was at home. Petting my dogs. Watching my mom and sister play Wii. Reading poetry for lit class. It was pleasant non-quiet.


Looking out of my living-room picture window. By giving the sky the upper right corner all to itself, I wanted to draw the eye high, just like the lines of the tree trunks leading to the bright blue spot. The concave curve creates a warm, welcoming circle. Overall, the soft natural colors and the lush foliage helped communicate the comfort and protection I feel at home.


Looking beside me, into the house. Trying to get my dog to look forward for this shot took some patient finagling. I liked having her in the foreground with some nose room. The book, Land of Bliss, was the volume of poetry I was reading. The words centered in the frame communicate in words what the picture represents: the pleasant Sunday noon in a warm family home. In the distance--a kitchen counter, thick leather chair, lamps, book bags, green paint, wood column--the rest of the idea is fleshed out, not in sharp focus, but as an aura.