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Seeing the Saint on the Forest Edge

Jean Arp's Saint of the Forest Edge; McNay Art Museum, San Antonio
Jean Arp‘s Saint of the Forest Edge; McNay Art Museum, San Antonio

As I was leaving the McNay Art Museum, I looked back and saw this sculpture by Jean Arp through the full length windows by the entrance. Sometimes art captures me, not because of the piece itself, but because of the artwork in it’s particular space. In this case, I was struck by the small sculpture framed in the giant portrait window with a flood of light that wasn’t directly behind it, but slightly off to one side. The image of the sculpture in its space became an artful vision of a piece of artwork. I shot this photo from outside the museum. If you look at the high res image you can barely see my ghost like reflection taking the picture.

Sometimes, the title of a piece adds to its impact. In this case, “Saint of the Forest Edge” was ironic, since it sits just inside the window looking out over perhaps the most beautiful grounds of an art museum I’ve ever experienced, yet forever trapped inside.

Fallen Petals

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This is another picture from the courtyard of the McNay Art Museum in San Antonio. I loved the way this gorgeous bloom sat perched on the end of a branch over the water. The two fallen petals, still colorful, lay as a nearby reminder that some of life’s most beautiful things are momentary and fleeting. We have to enjoy them in the moment.

Spotlight on Cezanne


It was late last night as I walked through the McNay. Some of the galleries are lit by natural sunlight through the windows. Since darkness was descending I loved the way this Cezanne was highlighted on the wall. I thought the dramatic lighting silhouetted the portrait in a beautiful way. Loved the way the photo turned out.

McNay Courtyard


I don’t often go out when I’m on the road, but last night I realized the McNay Art Museum was open late. Wendy and I first discovered the McNay on our honeymoon in San Antonio. It’s a gorgeous, small museum with a surprisingly magnificent collection. The museum itself is fascinating and there it a courtyard that is so beautiful and peaceful I think I could spend an entire day just sitting in it.

I snapped this pic last night as the sun was waning.

Mareah’s Mourning

Mareah's Mourning LRI love photographing theatre. Sometimes it is because I want to capture and remember a moment that, when you’re dealing with live theatre, is gone in an instant. This photo from the 2006 production of The Dominie’s Wife has always been a favorite of mine. Not because I think it’s a particularly great photograph. It’s not. I loved this moment in the show, and I loved watching it from backstage. The photo always takes me back to that moment.

I took this photo from where I was waiting in the wings stage left. Wendy was playing Mareah Scholte, and in this scene she walks silently across stage with a lace mourning veil over her head as the death bell chimes. She is lit in blues as the audience sees her in an almost haunting silhouette. To the left in the photo you can see the shadows of the narrators downstage. It’s a wonderfully poignant moment and I loved how Wendy physically captured the movement of this 19th century woman walking behind her husband’s casket in mourning.


The Road Not Taken

Road Less Traveled LRThis “road less travelled” lays just outside our place at the lake. Every time I go outside and see it I am reminded of Frost’s famous poem:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day! 
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.