Anne Whitfield Edgin: Blog en-us (C) Anne Whitfield Edgin (Anne Whitfield Edgin) Fri, 22 Sep 2017 16:15:00 GMT Fri, 22 Sep 2017 16:15:00 GMT Anne Whitfield Edgin: Blog 90 120 Dancing Light at the National Cathedral COLORFUL ABSTRACT PHOTOS FROM THE WASHINGTON NATIONAL CATHEDRAL


Bright sunlight on a late summer day brought dancing colored light into the National Cathedral. Here are some of photos that are less about the architecture of the cathedral and more about the beauty of pure color. I have pushed some of them farther than typical, but these low key images reveal the color in a way that surprised me once i got the photos home and into my computer.

The striking color of the photos reminds me of different artists. Which artists, or styles of art, do they remind you of? Go to the comments and let me know if they remind you of specific painters. Or are these low key images visually too bold for you? I would love to know what you think. 

Scroll down to see all the photos. If you hover over an image you will see (probably unnecessary) captions.

Color in a Side AisleA purposefully low key image deepens the colored light in one of the smaller aisles just off the naive. Light to Dance InMultiple stained glass windows throw light over the tiled floors. Mostly Reds and Yellows. Stained Glass WindowThe sunlight casts a fine line on the windowsill that looks like refraction through a prism. BlueThis light is from a mostly blue window is the same that throws blue onto the George Washington sculpture in the very last photo on this page. WindowsillColored light turns his windowsill into an abstract canvas. Color! Vertical Columns of Color George Washington in Blue An eerie view of one of the cathedral sculptures. This is probably darker than I should have pushed the image, but I like the way George seems to hover overlooking the dark hallway.

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A Few PNG Portraits: Boys Will Be Boys You will have to bear with me. I came home to view my photos and realized I had more portraits of boys than girls. This was not on purpose. As a matter of fact I thought I was taking more photos of of the girls. My excuse is that I raised sons: three of them.  Here is a selection of photos. It seems that boys will be boys whether in suburban United States or rural Papua New Guinea. In case you are interested my favorite shot in this group is the last one.


If you hover over each photo, you will find a brief description. Patiently Agreeing to be PhotographedHe was quietly observing while our team had a tour of the college campus. Sitting in the Middle of the HarvestThis little one sits on the food prep area with the kau kau. Kau kau is the main staple in the country. Afternoon RugbyAll smiles as they tackle and tumble A Boy and a DucklingThis tiny duckling had found his way to the wrong side of his enclosure. After a chase he was caught. All Smiles! Hot PeppersThis little one was proudly showing off the hot pepper plant. A First BirthdayOur team member, Glen, (standing in the back) found out it was this toddler's first birthday. The little one was not sure what to make of the frosted cupcake that Glen managed to buy for a celebration.



Watching from a DistanceContemplating us? His future? Maybe thinking of nothing in particular? I chose this set of photos mainly because of this shot.

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Pink! Years ago I saw an impressionist painting that had, as a part of it, a pink field. I assumed this was artistic license; a color added to invoke a feeling.  I have searched for the painting and have been unable to find the exact one, but the memory of it returns every so often. Then a very bleak winter over a year ago, I was driving south through the Virginia mountains. The fields were bare except for some dry, low brush. The landscape was dreary. As the sun dropped in the late afternoon sky, it turned the sky an almost imperceptible shade of dull rose. Dull colors to match a dull landscape. 

And then those tired low beams of sunlight shone through the dry field stubble. Suddenly, worn fields took on the most stunning shade of pure pink. Not red, not rose, but pure straight-from-a-crayola-box pink.  I threw a phone at my fellow traveler and pleaded for him to take photos. A quizzical expression gave way to helpfulness. So I had photos. They weren't great: low light and traveling at 60 mph doesn't make great photography conditions. But, there was a record of pink fields. 

Imagine how I felt when I found out later that the photos had not been saved. Well, try to imagine, since you may, in fact, not actually care whether a record of pink fields exists.  I tried to paint those fields later, from memory.  Perhaps I accomplished my goal since that painting sold to someone who loved the colors. Would you be surprised to hear that I grudgingly sold that painting? 

So move ahead with me to May 2017. I travel to a new place, that I know little of. It is full of mountains and beautiful people, and gorgeous flowers, and to my complete surprise - pink fields. Mountains scattered with patches of long May grasses that wear pink only for the month of May: airy, ephemeral, dew drop collecting fronds of pink. 

This was a busy working trip to Papua New Guinea and photography took a back seat to other endeavors, but I did get some photos of the mountains in their pink spring wardrobe. I know pink is neither tremendously fashionable nor 'cool'.

Nevertheless I like pink. Enjoy, with me, these images of a place that has been lavishly, even lovingly, decorated for the month of May. 

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Walk-aboutJust off in the distance some pink patches appear on the sides of the mountain. Foggy Mountain ViewThe hill in the foreground reveals pink. Even in the distance and through the fog areas of pink peek out. Dewy May GrassAfter the rain, sunlight glistens off droplets. Later Afternoon SunlightAs the sun sets it highlights patches of pink on distant hillsides. House and fieldsMay grasses frame a home site in PNG.

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The Arboretum in Black and White A spring trip to the arboretum is awash in color and depth, yet I found such strong pattern and texture that I was compelled to process some of the images in black and white.

I hope to post color ones later, since that was the purpose of the visit, but enjoy a few monochromatic images of the flowers and architecture of the United States National Arboretum.

Striped Azalea Blossoms Intricately Patterned Leaves on the Forest Floor Jack in the PulpitThis is a larger variety than we usually see growing in the Mid-Atlantic. The Frilled Edges of Azalea Blossoms An Unusual Variety of Dogwood TesselatedReflections in the Koi Pond Plane GeometryEscher-like reflections that hint of the elaborate decorations of The Alhambra. (Just a little) Ferns, Sedum and RootsDon't forget to look down while you are wandering in the gardens.

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A Warm Winter Day on ‘That Same Old River” “Of course it’s all luck.” – Henri Cartier-Bresson

What if you have been to a place so many times that you feel there is absolutely no new way to photograph it? What if the newness felt like it left decades ago? Photography is about seeing anew. It’s about getting a fresh view of life. It’s generally easy to be set down into a new place with new people and see things in a new way. It’s much harder to maintain a fresh artistic vision when the scenes have played out so many times that you no longer even care to look.

What do you do?
What did I do this past weekend when I was sure I had already taken every shot a hundred times? When I hoped that the eagles would come closer, but they didn’t?

I lugged my heavy camera around. I took the photos - again.  And again. Though the light was slightly different, and I knew the water was still, I thought the entire time, “Here I go again. Same. Same.”  

Then I noticed some interesting mirror images. OK. So I took a few more. What I ended up with were some very unusual photos. Some even look profoundly altered, as if I might have used an infrared filter. You might find them intriguing. You might find them too unusual to be worth considering.

You may even find some of them far too similar to so many other ‘trees by a river’ photos.

What you think of the photos, or what I think of the photos, is probably of less importance than the fact that lugging a heavy camera around and taking another set of the ‘Same Old Photos of the Same Old River’ may be an excellent learning experience or may possibly produce images you never expected.

Explore the possibilities that the ordinary provides. Sometimes it will stay humdrum.
But maybe you will find something new.


Here are my photos of an old place.
Also, read the following quotes. They present opposing views, yet may each be true.

“To me, photography is an art of observation. It’s about finding something interesting in an ordinary place… I’ve found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.” — Elliott Erwitt

“”Sometimes I do get to places just when God’s ready to have somebody click the shutter.” ~Ansel Adams

Trees Across the CreekThe eagles kept their distance. This one is lost in the the branches as he flies to his perch. The view across the creek is just winter trees, but the little bit of green glistens a bit against the bare branches. Still WaterThere was barely a ripple near the bank. Darkening CloudsAs the clouds moved over, the winter trees took on the darker look we usually think of. A moodier, but still mirrored, image.


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Cloudy with a Pop of Orange Here are some photos of our day after Thanksgiving walk at Greenbury Point.

A fall day, cloudy and grey with a couple of quick intervals of sun peeking through, makes a perfect time for a stroll.

Borrow a puppy that needs a walk. Grab a few layers to wear. Bring some friends. 

Then enjoy looking out over the Bay with the bridge off on the horizon.

If someone in the group makes mini turkey, cranberry, and spinach sandwiches to take along you've got an exceptional way to spend the day. 

Here are a few photos.

Cloudy with a pop of orange.



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Late Summer Sunset It's been a very warm summer, but the sunsets have been spectacular. Here are a few images from last weekend at White Rocks Marina, just off the Patapsco River near the Chesapeake Bay. Guests dine at Mike's Crab House with the sun setting behind them.

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The Grass Withers, the Flower Fades I am thinking about deserts, harshness, and fading. I had the privilege of being in the desert after a torrential spring rain. The desert responded to the rain with spectacular flowers. Some of the blossoms lasted only one day, or one night. It has been a few years since I took these photos, but once you have seen the desert bloom it makes an impact.

Beauty is fleeting.

The grass withers, the flower fades.


Here are a few photos: some are of flowers, a couple are broader landscapes.


The desert holds harsh and stunning beauty.


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Summer Solstice and a Strawberry Moon The longest day of the year, and a perfect evening to sail.

We were enjoying a sunset sail and had forgotten the strawberry moon until it peeked out over the tree tops. This was a challenge to photograph. Dusk. On a moving sailboat. And with a husband who thought I should be helping sail. (Which I did between shots and with my camera pushed onto my back.) It was perfectly beautiful. Last week we saw the loveliest sunset ever, and this week I believe we saw the loveliest moon ever. 

Here are some photos of the evening. 


By 10:30 the moon was back to normal.
The Ilsa Marin

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On the Hard

Maryland is full of sailors. Our state mingles with the Atlantic on our eastern border and is split almost in two by the rich estuary called the Chesapeake Bay. Fingering off The Bay are practically countless rivers, large and small. Even if you don’t sail it’s hard to ignore the masts and sails and seafood restaurants and sailing lore that litter the area.  Though many of us love the winter and snow (I do) we anticipate warm spring days when we can get back to the water.  We walk the edge. We watch from the bridges. We eye the thermometer. We crave the sun.

And while we wait marinas sit, lonely, full of boats ‘on the hard’.

I am new to sailing. Truly a novice. I learn the terms and rules reluctantly. Don’t get me wrong, I love the water, sun and wind, too, yet learning it all is slow for me. But this winter the sailing term ‘on the hard’ is taking on new meaning.

Yesterday we visited the marina to check on our sailboat, the little Ilsa Marin. This winter she stays in the water and we check her now and then, but many of the boats are out of the water for the winter. They sit on the pavement propped up on jacks. Stable. But out of the water.

To drive through a marina on a sunless winter day feels sad. Expensive sailboats and motor boats sit useless.  They wait to be scraped and painted. They wait to have repairs done. They wait. On the Hard. If I may continue to anthropomorphize them, they are dejected. Lonely. And they wait. Boats are not meant to sit out of the water.

This has been a difficult winter for my family and many of our friends. We have experienced loss. We have experienced grief. We have experienced difficulties. The troubles wash over one after another until the world, and life, feel hard and prickly. We struggle to find a place of comfort. We have watched loved ones and dear friends grieve, and hurt, and recovery appears impossible. For many health is illusive and finances are difficult. Life is hard. We miss joy. We thirst for water.

We wait and as we wait we feel we are being handled roughly.  We are tattered.  Sails need stitching. Hulls require scraping, painting. It is long tedious work. Are these repairs that must be made? Is it necessary upkeep to maintain seaworthiness? I don’t know. I know that On the Hard is not the preferred place for boats or people.


It is hard to remember untroubled days. We echo the Psalmists words, “My spirit is overwhelmed within me: My heart within me is distressed.” (Psalm 143:4)

We long for past joys. (Psalm 143:5)

We thirst for peace. (Psalm 143:6)

We wait. (Psalm 27:14)

While we wait, we trust that this time on the hard is temporary, and that we will find it has been worthwhile. (2 Corinthians 4: 17) We hope the result is to be more seaworthy. Not more worthy, but more able.

We trust a great God who is our Help. He is our Shield. He loves us. (Psalm 77:13, Psalm 59:10)

And we will continue to hope. (Psalm 33:20)


To my friends and family who are experiencing life On the Hard: We are too, and we seek and hope with you. We are praying.

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A Peek Inside My Notebook This Sunday the sermon was on music.  You may not like sermons, but you probably like music. In order to prepare, the speaker, Brady Wolcott, had discussed music with, (who else but?) the Music Minister. From what I heard it was a discussion I would have gladly sat in on. Here is a quote from their discussion:

Music can express truths about God that words alone cannot express. ~ Matt Sikes

A homily on spirituality and music could only bring to my mind, and hand, other modalities that also work to speak for us when words fail.  Art, as well, can express things that words cannot. 

I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for. ~ Georgia O'Keefe

Pictures of WordsNotes Taken While Listening to Words About Music

I am not very good at sitting still so as I take in information my hands are usually busy listening. Yes, my ears take in the sounds waves. I have taught enough science classes to understand the mechanics, but for me, listening is easier with a pencil in hand. Sometimes I take real notes. Sometimes I only draw. Sometimes it's a combination. For many years I took proper notes. Then I started taking notes the way it worked for me, but I cautiously hid what I was doing. (By the way keeping your notebook hidden from all the people around you is a very good exercise in Blind Contour drawing.)

Then I entered my fifties. 

(But that's a subject for a different blog.)

So, because I so enjoyed the thoughtfulness and stretching of Sunday's sermon, I am posting a glimpse of my notes from that sermon. You do not have to agree with how I interpret what I hear. You don' t have to like these pages, but maybe you can take the time to consider that awesome benefits can come from expressing yourself through words, music, and pictures, and that those modalities can be used to bring us closer together in a fractured society. 

ListeningA Congregant Listens to Words About Music




Here is a quote to contemplate, but not just art: art, music, ... and prayer.



Art is our one true global language. It knows no nation, it favors no race, and it acknowledges no class. It speaks to our need to reveal, heal, and transform. It transcends our ordinary lives and lets us imagine what is possible.  - Richard Kamler, artist



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Instagram MCP Photo a Day Challenge I am very pleased to have had my photo chosen as the MCP Photo a Day on Instagram.

Click here to see MCP Actions on Instagram.

The topic for today, July 2, 2015 was "Red." An incredible sky certainly helped on this shot.

Many thanks to those who choose the feature shots. 

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Outside Under a Stormy Sky


The lightening and thunder moved off to the southeast and took most of the rain with them. After checking weather radar we headed out for a walk just in time to see the back end of the front sliding by. Emergency weather reports would have had us stay inside for a while longer, I am sure. But then we would have missed a sky that made me dream of being part of a Marc Chagall painting. (Click to see his "Song of Songs.")

The storm left a spectacular, cloudy sunset that was reflected in sidewalk and gutter rain puddles.  And that brings me back to my previous post. These are photos taken in a very ordinary neighborhood.

There are spectacular places to visit, and any time you have the opportunity to travel, take it. But there is also spectacular in the most ordinary places. 


Here are (just a few) of my images after the storm. 

Clouds Move Over Aftter the Rain Mammutus Clouds

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Ordinary Lives I'll have no trumpets, triumphs, trails of glory.
It seems the woman I've turned out to be
Is not the heroine of some grand story.
But I have learned to find the poetry
In what my hands can touch, my eyes can see.
The pleasures of an ordinary life.

~Judith Voirst


These are a few shots taken at the home of a friend during a recent visit.  The visit was not intended as a photo shoot. I just couldn't help myself. Since taking the photos I have been debating how to use them. Should I just add them to the thousands of stored images I have?  Perhaps, I should have, but I am blogging them. This is in response to a post I saw today on Facebook. Yes, Facebook. I really do know better than to react at all to anything there. Yet, here I am with a blog post about something on Facebook. 

The discussion was about "the best way to employ our lives." And whether or not our choices are mutually exclusive.  I will not discuss my thoughts on this. I will tell you that I spent time in the company of a few women who made some 'ordinary' choices in their lives. They also made some drastic, exciting choices. They are intelligent, funny, talented, and loving. At this point they have each chosen lives that appear rather ordinary. They are not producing great art. They are not producing new written work. They are working, loving those around them, and heading out on mission trips. They pray often, cry, give to others. They also love life and laughter.

In making choices to support their children and extended family they have chosen not to do an infinite number of other things. Yes, sometimes choices are mutually exclusive. For now, they have put other things aside. I would put the choices they are living now up against any choice to "pursue their craft to the fullest extent."

Their lives are art.


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Pushing the Limits Neither heading out for a drive in freezing rain, nor taking a camera out in that same weather, may be the safest choice, but the last ice storm was so beautiful I headed out to see what sort of images I could come up with. I bundled the camera, pushed the ISO almost as high as the camera would allow, and walked very gently. Here are a few of the shots I was able to get.

Ice storms are disruptive. They are also beautiful.

Out in an ice storm Ornamented

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Catching a Glimpse of Panama: Casco Viejo


One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” – Henry Miller

Travel to Panama as part of a work team gave us time in the rainforest, and a couple of quick visits to the City. The rainforest is a treasure, full of pattern, texture, color and interesting sounds. Later, I will post some images from there. But the most intriguing sites to me came from a cursory drive through Casco Viejo. Casco Viejo contains beautiful tourist areas, the residence of the president of Panama, expensive restaurants, and some extremely poor areas.


Here are a few photos.

Near the President's Residence Murals and decay. Moving into a gentrified area of Casco Viejo

And more images. These are only blocks away.


And Dilapidated Buildings that seem waiting for renewal.


And this one, decorated for the holidays, clean, painted, new with tourists nearby sipping lattes. It could almost make a person forget the poverty just around the corner.



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Snow on March 25

It's March 25th, 5 days past the vernal equinox, and it's snowing. I know we are ready for spring, but here in Maryland we have snow. Snow as late as April in the mid-atlantic states is not all that unusual. 

I am just as ready for warmth and flowers as the next person, but we do not have warmth, we have snow. Take a minute the next time you have a chance, and look at the sky full of crystals of water, and think about the wonder of water and the seasons and the amazing paintings God puts around us. (Think Twatchmann, or Monet.) 

Spring is coming.

While we wait let's concentrate on the miracles that surround us.














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Art, Beauty and Faith and Journaling I recently came across this beautiful letter written by Makoto Fujimura to young artists. It is a message that a young artist should hear. It is also a message any artist should hear. Read it. Re-read it. I have.

Portions of it have been rolling around in my own head for years. But, there are pieces that are a revelation to me. It has taken me decades to bring 'art' to a point in my life where it can be synonymous with prayer/meditation. Not always, but sometimes. and then I desire to incorporate gold and silver and even more. If my prayers (read: scrawled nonsensical journalings and sketchings) are a sweet smelling sacrifice (and I pray they are), this desire for pure beauty to be part of them seems right. 

Here is one of those revelations that came through this letter, though. I have found my art supplies, since college days, from the drug store, the back sale corners of craft stores, things people are throwing away. And this is OK. I have lived "reduce, reuse, recycle" since way before it was trendy. Old stuff and 'trash' paper, will continue to make it into what I do. is the clincher. This is my offering to God. My journals have been taking me there. And, if so, can I invest in metaphorical expensive oil, like Mary? I have set art aside for most of my life to invest time in family, church, etc. I have spent little money on it, again, to invest other ways. 

In this I may have been more like Martha than her sister Mary, one of the other Mary's the Bible speaks of.


This is an Iphone capture from one of my journals. adlkfjA page from my journalAn Iphone capture from my journal



Here is a small excerpt from Makoto's letter.

"Like Mary’s expensive oil, our expression flows out as a response to grace in our lives. Even if you are not cognizant of a grace reality, you can still create in the possibility of future grace. That takes faith to do, but if you can do that, you will be joining so many artists of the past who wrestled deeply with faith, doubt, poverty, rejection, longing and yet chose to create. Know that the author of creativity longs for you to barge in, break open the gift you have been saving; he will not only receive you, he can bring you purpose behind the battle, and rebuke those who reject you. Mary’s oil was the only thing Jesus wore to the cross. He was stripped of everything else, but art can sometimes endure even torture. A friend of mine said that in the aroma of Christ, Mary’s oil mixed with Christ’s blood and sweat, there are da Vincis and Bachs floating about. He will bring your art, music and dance to the darkness of death, and into the resurrection of the third day.

So endeavor to create generatively.  Don’t be a critic when you create. You can look at your work later and discern what is good. Your growth as an artist is not in being able to impress others, or even God."


If I had come across this discussion years ago would it have changed what I did with my time and money? I don't know. 

Will it change me now?


Taking WingTaking Wing












And about Makoto Fujimura's art? He uses gold and ground precious gems in his painting.

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The Geographer This photo

had me thinking that a series where I show a modern version of an old masterpiece would be a fun challenge.  

It was not until after taking this photo that I realized the similarities to Vermeer's 'The Geographer'. Centuries apart, and using vastly different tools two men work to map our planet. The sunlight coming in the window and the picture on the wall were happy coincidences that really correspond the Vermeer's 17th century work.  I don't have time now to work on any of the different series that I have been thinking about, so I opted to submit this photo to one of Jessica Drossin's contests.  Here is a link to her blog.  She has great textures and video tutorials. 

You can click here to see Vermeer's version of "The Geographer" painted in the 1600's.



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The Chesapeake Bay Bridge I really enjoy 'playing' with texture overlays and photos. So while working on an Animoto video for a special birthday, I took some time to experiment with a couple of textures and an image I took of the beautiful Cheasapeake Bay bridge. I have used this for a submission to the May contest that Jessica Drossin is doing on her blog.  She offers free video tutorials and even some free textures.

If you have the opportunity to spend a day or a few hours on the Chesapeake Bay even under a cloud filled sky, you should take it. It is a natural treasure.


Navigating Alone

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