winter’s fate and the fruit tree
"the knowing" nature fine art photography, Treescape ©2007 kelly angard
Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom? but we hope it, we know it…- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
live with abandon, live without doubt
"unbridled" horse fine art photography, horsescape ©2008 kelly angard
If we didn’t live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, I’ve no doubt; but already should be faded, fatalistic and aged…
- Virginia Woolf
waterdrops in a dark time
"otherness" abstract, fine art photography ©2008 kelly angard
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood–
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.
- excerpt from the poem, In a Dark Time
by Theodore Roethke
the downhill run
"the art of running downhill", mixed media art, ©2006 kelly angard
I know what the uphill climb is like…
simply putting one foot in front of the other, creeping one step closer to my goal…head down, staying as focused as I can. Not wanting to get discouraged and see how much further I have to go. Not wanting to ask, “Am I there yet?”
I’ve arrived at the top…
the satisfaction, the exhausted mind and body. Time to catch my breath and say, “I made it!” So now what?
What goes up must come down…
the force of mental gravity pulls me back down and while I descend I find myself already thinking about the next climb; what’s next? when can i do this again? wait…there’s something wrong here…
The art of running downhill…
Time to stop thinking about what’s next; instead I must run…RUN downhill as fast as I can with reckless abandon and stay in the moment. I tell myself to just enjoy the ride because this is so much easier than going uphill. I will never have this moment again…and the best part is, Ive realized that life doesn’t always have to be an uphill climb.
text and artwork ©2006 kelly angard
running on the open trail
"trail of truth" © 2007 kelly angard
Running along the “trail of truth”…where thoughts and emotions rise to the surface and problems seem to unravel themselves and float up to the sky as my feet carry me along a beautiful path which leads me to a more peaceful place.
Wild horses, couldn't drag me away
Wild wild horses we'll ride them someday...
If we didn't live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed...
This horse was kind enough to pose for me after a few bits of apple...
