|Photography by Johnnie Washburn||
Long ago, rain fell on mud & it became rock, half a billion years ago. But even before that, beneath the rocks, are the Words of God. And if you listen carefully you might hear those Words. Eventually, all things merge into one...And a River Runs Through It.
In the art of poetry... less is more. Novelists use thousands of words while Poets say it in just a few words. My goal in this study is to simplify my images so the viewer can relate & focus on just the emotional element.
Twice each day a peace & calm engulfs the earth, signifying a change between lightness & darkness. I've spent many happy, peaceful hours savoring those ethereal moments that evoke such deep emotion that only a photo can do it justice.
Celebrations, Fairs, Festivals, Concerts, Holidays and Festivities. I can't even begin to enjoy them unless I'm carrying a big black picture machine with me.
Second Place Winner
2010 PSNWA Annual Slideshow Competition
Memories of my Grandma & the place she called home for many years.
It makes my heart beat fast to come across peeling paint, rusting metal & pitted textures on unusual items & buildings from the past. These reminders of a simpler time are why I sleep under a hand made quilt & cook with iron skillets.
I am not a portrait photographer.....I wish I had the talent like the many portrait & glamour photographer's I've seen. But it's a tough industry....so for now, I'll admire from the sideline. But from time to time, I'm able to record some moments & wonderful people that make me smile. Here's a sampling.
I suppose it's true that people make a place into a home. But while exploring old houses, barns, & places of our childhood, I realize that's not the whole truth. It’s also the memories, that make a place called Home.