Archive for nature
Winter arrives…the temperatures drop, winds begin to howl, there’s a pink to the atmosphere, heralding, perhaps, a coming storm. I’m ready for a wall of snow. I’ve been waiting for the winter of all winter’s ever since I moved to the Northeast. Five years, I’ve been waiting. I’d be lying if I said that I haven’t enjoyed these mild winters, but something deep inside cries for a tempest.
This is an unusual winter day, in central New York…wet and windy after a night and morning of torrid rain. We continue this winter’s pattern of unusually mild weather with spikes of freeze.
The rainbow was a nice surprise, Henry and Valentine sauntering beneath it, too.
Ah, winter in central New York…
Just over five years ago (after too many years in LA), I moved to central New York to renovate an 1820’s farmhouse that I had bought sight unseen off of a Facebook post.
Central New York. The beauty of the area, the seasons, the open spaces…brought me to my knees. Literally. It was what made of me an Iphonographer.
It was as if, so far into the middle of nowhere, I could see again.
That first winter was mild and wet, too. I wondered where the fabled heavy snows and ice storms of the NE had gone.
I remain grateful for the reprieve…as do Henry and Valentine. Their endless foraging continues unhampered by pesky ice and snow. Miller (not pictured) continues to lay eggs.
And I continue to take photos with my iPhone, unable still to use it as an actual phone..in the middle of nowhere.
One life,-a little gleam of time between two Eternities.
I did it!
I love taking iPhone photos. I have had several shows in the past year and I have sold a great number of photos to a wonderful group of collectors.
But, I have never entered a mobile photography contest.
It’s like my writing.
I have written scores of poems, have read them in public, have been published online and in anthologies and have even had a publication find me and ask me to buy some of my poems…I said yes and sold 2 poems to said publication for $1,000.
But that didn’t galvanize me.
I don’t know why.
Ok, yes, I do.
A crippling self-doubt comes over me when I sit down to even think about entering a contest or submitting for publication.
My entire being shouts into my ear— YOU are no good, who are YOU? What are YOU thinking? That photo/poem etc just doesn’t cut it.
The joy of taking that photo or writing that poem is completely chucked.
Are you like this?
OMG, it is so dismal.
Well, today is different.
Thanks to Paul Toussaint’s gentle reminder, I sent a portfolio link off to an actual iphoneography contest.
I wrapped my head around creating a special account on IG just for this purpose.
And not just any contest.
The Mobile Masters Contest.
Wish me luck!
Here is the link to my online portfolio:
Here’s a link to my normal IG account (if you consider being inundated by iphoneography normal):
ONLY DAYS LEFT TO ENTER CONTEST Mar 2nd
WINNERS REVEALED AT SANFRAN MACWORLD EVENT Mar 26th
CLICK LINK TO ENTER> https://gum.co/PROOF/special
The objective of this is to showcase the world’s top 48 artists who are breaking new ground in mobile image discovery and invention.
The mobile platform has leveled the playing field allowing amazing work to emerge from the most unexpected places. Thus ALL levels are welcome, from novice to pro, to submit work for inclusion.
The resulting eBook and Show hopes to prove that Mobile Photography has become a distinctive new movement in the history of the art form.
Over 3000 dollars in prizes and many exposure opportunities for the winning artist.
Easy to Enter. No images to upload or long forms to fill out. We are not judging just one or 2 of your images, instead submit your complete ePortfolio Link like a Flickr Set or Instagram feed.
Your work will be seen by 6 very notable judges. 3 from the traditional fine art photography side and 3 well know Mobile artist. The winners will be announced on March 26 at the Macworld/iWorld Expo Mobile Masters Workshop.
Enrollment for this Event is now open, see Mobile Masters website. http://bit.ly/mmproof
Deadline is March 2nd, 2014
Dunga Brook Diary
Infused Metal Plates
Float Mounted, Ready To Hang
Art comes into being in that abstract interval between a thought and reality, and no one – not even the artist who created it – can remeasure the influences that caused it.” (Edgar A. Payne)
“One of my mentors, Miss Pamela des Barres, imagines that if my images were music they would sound like Beethoven, Sinatra and the Beatles combined. I’ll take that.
It is my intent to deify and illuminates the ordinary and my desire is that you might find the beautiful in the ordinary, too.
Each photo is imbued with the mystery of love at first sight, infused with my present and my past and my daily rebirth into a new freedom, a swan dive, if you will, into the deep end of the pool, lit by color, texture, and emotion.”
If you are interested in being a collector, thank YOU!
There are 5 in a series, some near sold-out, email a description of your selection.
Credit cards/Paypal, shipping- West Coast $15, East Coast $10
For D. D.k. Crawford…the story of Chevy’s return home.
Chevy disappeared this past Thursday as I was walking him, I had dropped his leash for a minute to look for my grandmother’s ring, which was refashioned from my grandfather’s platinum and diamond hat pin (he was a dandy back in the day), the ring had gone missing near the creek, probably broke when I scaled the walls of the creek, earlier in the day).
No ring and when I looked up from my search, no Chevy. He had disappeared into the tall grasses around us- we’ve had so much rain he could just poof, disappear. He likes to mosey off to look for fun creatures, I wasn’t too worried as he always reappears, in 10 minutes or an hour, he always comes back.
One time he flushed a deer from this very spot, he chased close to her heels as she zigged and zagged, trying to shake him. She crossed the road and jumped a fence. So did he. I could hear heavy breathing as she plunged into the woods 30 acres away. He came back ten minutes later, heaving and breathing heavy, himself.
But this time, he didn’t come back. I called and called. My son and I searched until 2am. No Chev. That night, I was lying in bed when I heard his bark, it was 3 am. I went outside and called, no Chev. I sat out there for an hour, he never barked again.
Next day, more searching, the hills and woods held no clues. We expanded miles past our home, nothing. We made flyers, we called pounds and vets. Friday at 3 am that bark again, I went outside again, called and fell silent, hoping to hear him again, I was trying to get a read on where the bark was coming from. No more barking.
Saturday morning, I was up early, walking towards where I believed the bark was from, behind Tim’s barn. My neighbor, Margo had heard it, too. No luck. All day Saturday there were false sightings. I drove for miles, handing out flyers. A woman had seen him an hour from here. Someone on the next road had heard barking.
I knew these weren’t him. He is a wanderer, not an escapee, he comes home, an hour tops, and he keeps his circle close to home, even on the trail of a deer, nipping at a deer’s heels, he will circle back in a bit when he is worn out. I was devastated. I was sure, despite the barks, he was gone.
My fear was his leash was caught and he was strangled in a panic to escape. This deep sorrow was actually, I believe, the realization of how much I love this guy, how much he has been my touchstone for the past two years of my journey into the middle of nowhere. How much I need this guy. We aren’t done, I kept thinking, please.
He is my photographer’s assistant. Every meaningful photo I have taken, save the past few days, he has been by my side. A gorgeous close up of his eye was my first test photo for the aluminum prints I have had so much success with. He is a subject in all of my photography shows. He is in every image, in spirit.
Despite being sure he was gone, my feet wouldn’t stop walking the woods and the fields he loves so much. About to give up, I gave it one more walk, an hours walk, no luck. Returning home, behind Tim’s barn, I heard a bark. I stood on a hill and looked at his barn, I texted Connor, come back, I hear him, he’s here, meet me at Tim’s barn. I scoured the barn with my eyes, calling his name. No answer. I got closer, I called and called. Is he in there? It is a behemoth of an old barn, you could lose an elephant in there.
A bark! The burdock in front of me, down the hill towards the barn rustled, shook and I called again, it shook harder, he is there! Chevron! You are ALIIIIIIIIIVE, I yelled, My baby lives!
I fought my way through giant weeds to the burdock, he was their wagging and wriggling and licking my face as I unspooled his mangled leash from the base of the giant weed. Nearby was the gopher hole he’d been trying to reach.
Oh my god, I love this guy.
He dragged me to the creek, joyously flying through weeds for his first full drink of water in 3 days. And, relief.
That is the story.
Say “Hey” to my newest art collector, Kathryn Rehrig of Syracuse.
Kathryn saw my work at BANK Gallery in Sharon Springs and remembered The Beekman Boys post about my work on their blog- which featured the image Baby Steps- and requested a 10 x 10″ of Baby Steps (sold out in the 8 x 8″ series of 5 at Cherry Branch Gallery).
Kathryn now owns Baby Steps 1 of 5. There are 4 left, pm me for more info before the 10 x 10″s are gone, too.
Baby Steps is an iPhonic image of a Chickadee landing in my hand to feed on a cold winter morning. I had been feeding the Chickadees out of a bird feeder but had forgotten to feed them for a day, this little one started flitting about and tapping me on the shoulder to remind me to fill the feeder. Before I did, I thought I’d see just how hungry he was and held out my hand full of seeds. He landed promptly, grabbed a sunflower seed, again and again. I love these little guys. Alas, it is summer and they can get their feed in other places so no more tapping me on my shoulder as I walk the dogs. Yes, I held the iphone/camera in one hand and the Chickadee in the other.
BANK Gallery presents Vicki Whicker’s iPhoneography
Dunga Brook Diary: On The Road
204 Main, Ste. B
Sharon Springs, NY
“This is my Love Letter to Central New York.”
BANK Gallery@Decades Showroom is the location for the Friday night, May 31st, opening of iPhoneographer Vicki Whicker’s exhibit, Dunga Brook Diary: On The Road.
Dunga Brook Diary: On The Road features evocative 8x 8″ limited edition photo images of Central New York infused directly to metal and float mounted. Each image sold at the opening will be signed and numbered and will be on exhibit at BANK Gallery for the month of June.
“Coming from LA, this is another paradise- the lush trees, the long country roads lined with Queen Anne’s Lace big as pie plates, the crimson and gold fall leaves, those first pristine snow flakes of winter.”
Dunga Brook Diary: On The Road is opening, Friday, May 31, from 6-9pm at BANK Gallery@Decades Showroom, 204 Main, Ste. B., Sharon Springs, New York. http://www.DungaBrookDiary.com
Praise for Vicki Whicker’s Images
“Looking doesn’t have to get any better than this, Vicki Whicker demonstrates a mastery of this genre through wit, heart, critical awareness, style, technique, and an infectious appreciation of her subject matter.” Kristen Henderson, Director Cherry Branch Gallery, Cherry Valley, NY
“Vicki Whicker has an eye and a heart that go together to create images which are both profoundly moving and beautiful. She has an especially fine and original take on micro images, showing us in close up magnification the glory of nature around her, things we would never see on our own.” Ronee Blakley, Actress/Singer/Songwriter, Los Angeles, CA
“Such an eye! We are blessed that Ms. Vicki Whicker is able to capture and reveal the glory of natural reality with such exquisite precision, taste and charm. If her photography was music, it would sound like Beethoven, Sinatra and the Beatles combined…”
Miss Pamela Des Barres, Author, Founder, Groupie Couture, Venice Beach, California
“Coming from nearly 20 years as a professional graphic designer and now a full-time, fine arts painter, I have always appreciated the style and care in which Vicki has portrayed in her photo works. Her images transcend the usual “pretty picture” snapshot… capturing another level of thought passion and narrative. They are scenes that I can get lost in and the more I look, the more they tell me. Truly works of art and passion.”
Steve Curry, Fine Artist, Ojai, CA
It has been raining for days and I know what this means…super verdant abundant green. Central New York has a short spring summer season but it makes up in lushness what it lacks in length and these rains are integral to the process. So, I’ll lay in bed a little longer on a Sunday morning…best to get out of nature’s way while she is percolating.