“Untitled”

Posted on Oct, Thu, 2018 in Black & White, Gallery Image, Landscapes, Musings from Still Point

“Untitled”

“Untitled II”

My preoccupation with geese traces to childhood and the scarcity of what now has become abundant. This is the second in a series. Note, the gander trails the female always protecting his territory.

What works (I think) about this image is the context (marsh grass in the foreground) and the center focused composition.

 

 

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“September Meadow”

Posted on Oct, Sun, 2017 in Gallery Image, Landscapes, Musings from Still Point

“September Meadow”

Late September and early October in northeast Ohio are warm in hue … landscapes changing subtly each day.  Summer’s decedents, some lost in shadow, others flame. Field grasses disappearing in the moment; ironweed, goldenrod slowly burning until extinguished.

Seed-heads across Squire Valleevue Farm stand in relief against a background of goldenrod, asters and late meadow grasses, many verdant until a frost.

I do not know what grass or weeds these may be but I see them here every year before their seeds scatter on autumn winds.

Autumn brings to mind the last stanza of Robert Frost’s poem “Reluctance”

“Ah, when to the heart of man
   Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
   To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
   Of a love or a season?”
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“Rails into Autumn”

Posted on Oct, Sat, 2017 in Gallery Image, Landscapes, Musings from Still Point, Uncategorized

“Rails into Autumn”

This is the scene I’ve walked into for sixty years. An arching pin oak or two have passed since my childhood but new ones rise. What has never changed are the rails, rails that take me into each season, ones that orient me through snow, morning fog, autumn hues and a lifetime of magenta mornings and afternoon shadows.

 

 

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“Saudade”

Posted on Aug, Thu, 2017 in Gallery Image, Landscapes, Musings from Still Point, Uncategorized

“Saudade”
A Portuguese word that many Americans may not recognize for the simple reason it has no direct English translation. Briefly (and incompletely) saudade is a deep melancholic, emotional state of yearning for a loved one, a lost relationship or a place. What distinguishes saudade from singular emotions is its ambivalence, the dimension of melancholy and happiness at once.
This barley field in northern Michigan reminded me of similar fields in southern Spain and Portugal. The emotion it evoked for me was melancholy and the love and longing for the serene beauty of the Iberian landscape.

 

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” … to hatch a crow, a black rainbow … ” Ted Hughes

Posted on Mar, Thu, 2017 in Landscapes, Musings from Still Point, News, Uncategorized

” … to hatch a crow, a black rainbow … “

Perhaps no one more than the poet, Ted Hughes, vested meaning and metaphor in the crow. For me, crows have been the source of childhood memories and are as beautiful and mysterious as black rainbows. Tender and cruel and brilliant, they carry their own shadow.

Yesterday (March 20) I saw a good dozen in singles and pairs returning to Squire Valleevue Farm. By the end of the month small flocks will arrive to begin the mating and battle rituals. And by the first of May nests will fill with black rainbows.

The lone crow (above) did not hesitate against strong headwinds, coming to rest in the swaying white pines, twisted and reaching, entreating in welcome, reminiscent of a Kona painting.

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Fog Across the Dunes

Posted on Feb, Mon, 2017 in Gallery Image, Landscapes, Musings from Still Point, Past Exhibits

Fog Across The Dunes

6:30 a.m., May 28, fog had settled into the dunes north of the small town of Pentwater, Michigan. It was a phenomenon unlike any I had seen in the forty-seven years I had walked these eastern shores of Lake Michigan. Occasionally, fog banks would descend obscuring the contours of the landscape but this time fog clung to the division between each dune, exposing only the tops of white pine and sporadic clumps of tag alder. As remarkably, three quarters of the scene and subsequent image were sky, tinged with subtle, almost imperceptible hues of color as it spreads its fingers across the dunes down to the beach. 

It brings the quality of “impermanence” to mind – a key dimension of the Japanese art of Wabi Sabi. Within minutes the long fingers had receded, replaced somewhat ironically by the forest; its own beauty transient and ineluctably transformed as day ascended.

This is one of the images from my 2011 exhibit at the Butler Institute of Art. It has been a popular limited edition print over the last eight years but this is the first occasion I’ve printed it as a large canvas (40″x60″). We have it on view for one more week (thru Sat. Feb. 25) at the gallery.

Pentwater, Michigan, May 28, 2008 C. Geoffrey Baker

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