tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26805967542261632782024-03-13T09:52:06.455-07:00After Artist's Way - Portrait of a Sometimes PoetMorning Page MusingsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger492125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680596754226163278.post-78787206557346684032013-05-18T10:22:00.003-07:002013-05-18T10:22:40.957-07:00What Do You Believe?<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">I'm just curious: what is it you believe today?<br /> <br /> Try it - you might just end up in a poem. (And yes, this question is as loose as it seems.)<br /> <br /> Just fill in the blank below. Take as much time as you need.</span><br />
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This is my practice with the new 60mm lens. Not sure if this was a wise choice, but I'm going to learn how to use it. Best used for copy and close-up work. And for counting cat hairs.<br />
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Well over a year later, my conclusion is that this has been a fantastic lens for me. Love it for macros of flowers, and it's good also for copy work. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680596754226163278.post-66951220579656346412013-04-05T16:08:00.000-07:002013-04-05T16:08:50.643-07:00Fine Art America link to my photo gallery - Ronda Broatch Photos<iframe src="https://fineartamerica.com/widgetshoppingcart/artwork.html?memberidtype=artistid&memberid=127406&domainid=0&showheader=0&height=600" style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 820px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;"></iframe><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680596754226163278.post-22215232558441052802012-09-27T15:08:00.001-07:002012-09-27T15:08:39.714-07:00Ronda Broatch Photos on Fine Art America<script src="http://fineartamerica.com/slideshowmouseover.php?id=12740632978&memberidtype=artistid&memberid=127406&width=400px&height=400px" type="text/javascript"></script><br /><img alt="Art Prints" id="faaslideshowimage[12740632978]" onclick="javascript: mouseclick12740632978(event);" onmouseout="javascript: mouseout12740632978();" onmouseover="javascript: mouseover12740632978();" src="http://fineartamerica.com/Blank.jpg" style="border: 1px solid #666666; cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; width: 400px;" title="Art Prints" /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680596754226163278.post-38225650355894214502012-07-21T16:49:00.001-07:002012-07-21T16:49:18.267-07:00Close-up Photos on Fine Art America<a href="http://fineartamerica.com/art/photographs/close-up/all" style="font: 10pt arial; text-decoration: underline;">close-up photos</a><br />
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There are some beautiful shots on this site~Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680596754226163278.post-14058466719688102152012-07-21T13:23:00.001-07:002012-07-21T13:24:24.433-07:00Chocolate Shop Window, NYCOn Fine Art America:<br />
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Fresh from the garden~Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680596754226163278.post-84884906981909663902012-07-20T10:44:00.001-07:002012-07-20T10:44:06.536-07:00Checking In AgainIt's been a long long time~ During that time I've taken many photos, had some poetry published, visited Glacier National Park, taught extra classes at the gym, and lost my iMac hard drive.<br />
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Yes, 33K photos gone with it. Yikes. Software retrieval doesn't work, so Apple and the Mac Store say the only way is a surgical procedure, in a "clean room." How much? Anywhere from $800 - 2000. Mmmm, maybe not right now~<br />
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Fortunately, I have some photos on Flickr, FB (although I found out that those are at greatly reduced resolution), and on Fine Art America. That will tide me over for a little while~<br />
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I've been spending some time on both Flickr and Fine Art America. It's been great getting to <br />
know other photographers, sharing the work, and getting feedback. Dangerous, too, as I learn about other cameras and equipment I can save up for!<br />
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<a href="http://fineartamerica.com/art/photographs/garden/all" style="font: 10pt arial; text-decoration: underline;">garden photos</a><br />
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The link above shows some of the wonderful garden photos on FAA (mostly *not* mine). <br />
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I'm really enjoying getting out during rains (yes, it's been a weird Northwest summer, with some heavy rains and thunderstorms!), photographing my flowers, birds and insects. I love the vivid colors after a rain, and the morning light on the rain-wet subjects.<br />
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Well, the rain has let up and I can see the steam rising from the lawn. The sun is shining, so I'm sure there's a rainbow - a nice one - somewhere. Out I go!<br />
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<div class="tab-content active" id="poem-top"> <h1>May</h1></div><span class="author">By <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/jonathan-galassi"> Jonathan Galassi</a> </span> <div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon, </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">takes on a used-up, feather-duster look </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">within a week. </div><br />
<div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">The ivy’s spring reconnaissance campaign </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">sends red feelers out and up and down </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">to find the sun. </div><br />
<div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">Ivy from last summer clogs the pool, </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">brewing a loamy, wormy, tea-leaf mulch </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">soft to the touch </div><br />
<div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">and rank with interface of rut and rot. </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">The month after the month they say is cruel </div><div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">is and is not. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680596754226163278.post-1817859561031189372012-05-05T12:28:00.001-07:002012-05-05T12:28:16.220-07:00National Photography Month - Day 5<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rondapoet/6999798720/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7237/6999798720_ccf988db1f.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rondapoet/6999798720/">National Photography Month - Day 5</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rondapoet/">salmonbear7</a>.</span></div><p>The tulips continue to amaze me every day. I think I derive energy from their vibrant colors.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680596754226163278.post-36974718468895390312012-05-04T16:33:00.001-07:002012-05-04T16:33:30.726-07:00Day Four of National Photography Month<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rondapoet/7142682207/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7045/7142682207_a695b0f101.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rondapoet/7142682207/">Waiting for sunnier days</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rondapoet/">salmonbear7</a>.</span></div><p>"Waiting for sunnier days"<br /><br />As I post this it is raining heavily out there, on the eve of the Super Moon. I hope it clears off enough by 11:30 pm for me to photograph it!<br /><br />Meanwhile, I've been going through my scads of photos, deleting to make more room on my computer, and I found this shot, take over three years ago.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680596754226163278.post-50557104036775291552012-05-03T20:00:00.001-07:002012-05-03T20:00:47.915-07:00Day Three of National Photography Month<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rondapoet/7140779315/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7186/7140779315_f217933fb0.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rondapoet/7140779315/">At the beach</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rondapoet/">salmonbear7</a>.</span></div><p>This was taken in Sept. 9, 2007, but hey - who's keeping track?!<br /><br />Loved this crow. Mom was feeding it popcorn ...</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680596754226163278.post-53850728796211933112012-05-02T09:56:00.003-07:002012-07-20T18:46:36.220-07:00National Photograpy Month - Day TwoToday is a typical back and forth day: sun, clouds, wind, and the remnants of rain. Here is a photo of my view today:<br />
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I have much to do today: proof-reading, home-work coaching, writing. I will make time to get outside, take more photos~Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680596754226163278.post-58751828712002555632012-05-02T09:13:00.002-07:002012-05-02T09:13:48.397-07:00Photo a Day for National Photography MonthI don't know why it took me until today to realise that this is National Photography Month. I find it kind of wonderful that it comes right on the heels of National Poetry Month. Now I have a new self-set challenge - to post a photo a day.<br />
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This one is for yesterday:<br />
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Mom and I went to the tulip fields in Mount Vernon, and the day was near perfect. It wasn't overly sunny, but the clouds were nice, and the vibrancy and detail of the flowers and fields as a whole were spectacular.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680596754226163278.post-75244167883563431532012-04-28T11:27:00.001-07:002012-04-28T11:27:53.233-07:00Doodling in Math: Spirals, Fibonacci, and Being a Plant [1 of 3] - YouTube How utterly wonderful is this? Quite~ <br />
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I was instantly taken by this poem by Gregory Orr, drawn to its simplicity, brevity, and depth. For me it evokes memories of living in my grandparent's house - the magic of the rooms, the mystery of the past I didn't live, that was theirs together.<br />
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<tr><td colspan="2" valign="top"> <pre>A house just like his mother's,
But made of words.
Everything he could remember
Inside it:
Parrots and a bowl
Of peaches, and the bright rug
His grandmother wove.
Shadows also—mysteries
And secrets.
Corridors
Only ghosts patrol.
And did I mention
Strawberry jam and toast?
Did I mention
That everyone he loved
Lives there now,
In that poem
He called "My Mother’s House?"</pre></td></tr>
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Here is an excerpt from the poem "Robert Frost":<br /><br />
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" Every year the English majors of America<br />
must read these poems and analyze their ambiguity<br />
or compare and contrast their ambiguity<br />
in five double-spaced pages.<br />
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And the English teachers of America must read these pages<br />
and determine whether they are incisive or not incisive.<br />
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I am one of those teachers. I try to do my share.<br />
Because if we don't do this—if Frost's ambiguity<br />
is not discussed, and if these discussions are not assessed,<br />
and then finally graded—well, what's the point of all this?<br />
What are we doing here?"<br />
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To read the poem in its entirety, please visit the link below:<br />
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<tr><td colspan="2" valign="top"> <pre><i>Salute the last, and everlasting day</i>,
Joy at the uprising of this Sun, and Son,
Ye whose true tears, or tribulation
Have purely wash'd, or burnt your drossy clay.
Behold, the Highest, parting hence away,
Lightens the dark clouds, which He treads upon;
Nor doth he by ascending show alone,
But first He, and He first enters the way.
O strong Ram, which hast batter'd heaven for me!
Mild lamb, which with Thy Blood hast mark'd the path!
Bright Torch, which shinest, that I the way may see!
O, with Thy own Blood quench Thy own just wrath;
And if Thy Holy Spirit my Muse did raise,
<i>Deign at my hands this crown of prayer and praise</i></pre></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">He
blends almost fully </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">into
the pull of tide, a long </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">stretch
of neck arched above folded wings.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">He
seems to glide backward </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">in
meditation</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">with
all the patience and ease </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">of
Jesus fishing for breakfast at dawn.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">His
gaze piercing the surface he is lost</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">in
the ripple of migrating waters</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">only
to appear again, stark </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">as
a bone of driftwood against a dark eddy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">In
this moment he strikes with such grace </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">that
I desire to imagine his prey </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">doesn’t
suffer; that it comes to him,
willing </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">to die
so beautifully.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>--Ronda Broatch</i> </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0