In my efforts to get caught up on posts, I discovered that I forgot to post some of the images for my Newspaper series.
The Allure of Wind Turbines – VII
As an artist with a full-time job that I’m also very dedicated to, I have to find ways to stay sharp in my artistic practice. I call it creative yoga. Time for getting out and about photographing is not always plentiful. I usually just photograph wherever I am in my travels, which is how the Newspaper Series came to be.
This little side project centered around a playful searching for wind turbines has been fun. It reminded me of the days when I was an art student and the only way I could see the world was if I hopped in my car, or my boyfriend’s car and drove off onto the open road. I’ve seen much of the US that way. Since moving to Buffalo, I’ve made it a regular practice to drive around WNY during Fall months photographing the fiery landscapes bursting with crimson, orange and gold. With winter looming and more travel away from the area ahead, I may have to wait until next Fall to pick up from here. I very much look forward to it.
The Allure of Wind Turbines – VI
While searching for windmills, I found these things…
“I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

