Description Yesterday morning was an exceptional day for early morning photography. At least for me. It began in an open field with the moon setting behind me as the sun rose in front of me. There were a few minutes time between the actual setting and rising of our heavenly lights, so I took the time to stare at the ground to see if there was anything interesting going on in the dead, snaggled grasses at my feet. Some shrew trails. Cool. But not very photogenic. So I wandered. There were small puddles of ice and, liking to look closely at things as I do, I peered into a couple of those. Something interesting caught my eye in one. A detail of last years clover leaves making pretty patterns under the ice. So I got on my knees to see more closely if there was anything there to photograph. Okay. On the knees wasn't close enough. So I sat down. Still not close enough. Yup, I ended up on my belly. So there I am, in an open field, on my stomach, when along comes store security. (My field is right next to my grocery store.) It seems someone had reported that there was a body in the field!! Once they discovered I was alive they left me alone. Just thought I was weird, as does everyone these days. So, back on my belly. I thought I saw a flash of green. So I looked more closely, and YES!! It was GREEN! A tiny clover leaf had taken advantage of a couple of days of warmth and melting snow to break through its seed coat and begin to grow. Despite its icy tomb, I have faith that, should I return to the same leaf in a month or so, it will have grown larger. It takes a lot to kill green.
Brenda Leitow Member Since October 2009 Artist Statement Photography is one of the most essential things to a happy life, in my world. Every time I get out my camera I go out and bathe myself in light and color and line and texture... and everything in the world around me. Photography is a very emotional art for me. When I take photos in the rain, or in the morning dew, or when the light gets soft near sunset, or sharp at sunrise, the light creates such an atmosphere that I can almost feel the colors melting right into my being, creating their lasting impressions. My job as an artist is to capture colors, not always as I see them, but also how I imagine them to be. I manipulate light and color to my desire. It's rather like a prism, bending the light, showing color. Only as a photographer I bend the light less precisely, leaving some breathing space for the light to find its own path. The light creates itself in that way, taking away my control, and does amazing things with color that never even occurred to me to imagine.
If you wish to read more about me and my art, follow the link below. Linda Scott Galok has written a wonderful feature that showcases many pieces of my work and details what it's like for me to live with bipolar disorder.