Mid Hudson Bridge at sunset in 15 below

I took this photo in the freezing cold- I think it was 15 below that day. I was a desperate woman, chasing the sun down the railroad tracks, slipping on the ice, and hoping that I wouldn't fall and break my camera. My fingers barely worked, it was so cold. It was worth it. It's amazing to me how intense I can be when I want to get a good shot. I have walked in muck, trespassed, been stopped by cops (twice), and nearly frozen just for that one photo I know I will get if I persist. I suppose faith is like that too...we have to see that something is possible, even probable, in order to have the fortitude to push forward past the obstacles to get what we are after. That's just a generic faith principle...that could apply to anything, from an art endeavor, to raising children, to believing that God really is at work in this world, and it's worth it to invest our time and energy into people who matter to Him.
Here's hoping that I will post more than once a year!

This is my first attempt at blogging or anything remotely related! This is a space for thoughts and images on faith and art...I welcome visitors to comment on my work and encourage you to share yours with me too. One of my favorite quotes is from Elizabeth Barrett Browning: "Earth is crammed with heaven. Every bush is aflame with the fire of God..." My aim in art is to reveal the Creator behind the created, sometimes in the simplest things that we often overlook.

Freezing cold cornfield

I was obsessed with cornfields last winter. I wanted to study them, shoot them (with a camera), paint them, etc. I am fascinated by patterns and rhythms found in nature, both originated by nature itself, and by the hand of man (or plow). Being still a novice oil painter, I was fairly happy to have captured the cold and stark feeling of this scene contrasted with the warmth of the old corn stubble.