Tag: Photograph

  • Melancholy Boathouse Revisited

    Melancholy Boathouse Revisited

    It’s Friday, friends, and I’d like to offer you an ever so slightly nostalgic nod to a post I published in September 2022 shortly after receiving a gift from our neighbor, Emma Paladino. I titled the update Melancholy Boathouse, and it featured this black-and-white photograph. Yesterday I posted this achingly evocative image on the Rosslyn…

  • The Past Lives On

    The Past Lives On

    The past lives on in art and memory, but it is not static: it shifts and changes as the present throws its shadow backwards. — Margaret Drabble I return today to a recurring theme, a preoccupation perhaps, that wends its way through my Rosslyn ruminations and my collections of photographs and artifacts. While the past…

  • Green Mountain Moonrise

    Green Mountain Moonrise

    Smart phone photography (i.e. “iPhonography”) inevitably includes some limitations. But the biggest upside (that in some respects outweighs many of those limitations) is its omnipresence. The mid-July moonrise in this image — a martian mime lifting up out of the Green Mountains, a fiery moonbeam searing the surface of Lake Champlain, a blurry silhouette observing,…

  • Rosslyn Boathouse, circa 1907

    Rosslyn Boathouse, circa 1907

    It’s time travel Tuesday! Gazing through the time-hazed patina of this vintage postcard I’m unable to resist the seductive pull of bygone days. Whoosh! I tumble backward through a sepia wormhole, settling into the first decade of the 20th century. It’s 1907 according to the postal stamp on the rear of this postcard. Eleven decades ago a…

  • Eve Ticknor’s Meditative Mirages

    Every once in a while I get lucky. A dramatic sunrise falling on mist. Gluten free, dairy free chocolate desert on a restaurant menu. A quick smile or pleasantries from a stranger. A dogeared but otherwise forgotten poem resurfacing, reconnecting, re-enchanting after many years… Many of Eve Ticknor’s (aquavisions.me) watery photographs — especially when hinting…