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Vox clamantis in deserto

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‘Meditative photography’

From Lynn Brately’s photo show, entitled “Layers,’’ at the James Library and Center for the Arts, Norwell, Mass., Sept. 2-Oct. 10

She explains:

“I practice meditative photography and focus primarily on water and sky. I live near the Charles River, one of my places for quiet observation. Here are abundant layers: surface reflections and ice; turtles, fish and rocks below; birds, clouds, solar circles and the moon above.”

“The best camera is the one that I have with me,’’ she says, emphasizing the immediacy and accessibility of her creative process.

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Under attack from the inside

"Under Attack'' (encaustic relief over mixed media ), by Stephanie Roberts-Camello, in the group show "We the People,'' through March 14 at the James Library and Center for the Arts in Norwell, Mass. -- a suburb south of Boston on the North Riv…

"Under Attack'' (encaustic relief over mixed media ), by Stephanie Roberts-Camello, in the group show "We the People,'' through March 14 at the James Library and Center for the Arts in Norwell, Mass. -- a suburb south of Boston on the North River.

 

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Lovely, dark and deep

birches "Birches,'' by RUSSELL DUPONT, in his show "A Sense of Place: Photographs by Russell duPont,'' at the James Library and Center for the Arts, Norwell, Mass., Sept. 5-Sept. 30.

Norwell is  a Boston suburb, a community with a strong sense of being on a river (the  marshy North River) and the burial site of John Cheever, who, although he spent most of his life in New York City and Westchester County, wrote hauntingly about the South Shore towns where he grew up and whose physical  beauty he cited.

 

I'd guess that many people readers remember this closing of Robert Frost poem "Birches'':

 

I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
The photo above is beautiful  but also a bit ominous, as are many Frost poems.
Read his poem "Design''.

 

 

 

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