a tisket a tasket

This and that>>
Everson Museum in Syracuse has a call for entries for their Biennial Show "The Object and Beyond" due April 4, 2008. Check the Everson site for the prospectus and application.

Schweinfurth Museum in Auburn has a call for entries for thie annual "Made in New York Show". Check the web for details.

Discovered this very cool blog called "Artist News" which is focused on local (central NY to Albany) shows. They cite the Biennal, the Schweinfurth, a show at Limestone Art Gallery, and one coming us that is a visual showcase for Central NY called Elements.

So in the spirit of get the work out... I will get the work out locally.

In the spirit of education and learning, I cracked open the new issue of "art on paper" a great magazine I subscribed to at Art Basel Miami (cheap!). It is focused on prints, drawings, photographs, books and ephemera --showing a wide range of terrific work but showcasing galleries and classes. I love this magazine, creasing it,reading it, xroxing it. Here are some cool opportunities:

Wells Book Arts Summer Institute>>
in beautiful Aurora, NY for three, one week sessions--hands on classes in letterpress printing, lettering arts and bookbinding.

Another: NYU Steinhardt (Steinhardt Shool of Culture, Education and Human Development)
offers an MA (in Studio art) in Venice for artists and art teachers. From June 29- August 23, 2008--it is more of a time committment...but Venice! More>>

One more jumped out, Painting, Printmaking, Sculpture and Extended Media at Virgina Commonwealth for 2 mos. They say they "foster the development of professional attitudes and skills with an emphasis on indiviudal investigation. Non credit.Post baccalaureate style residency studio program." "VCU's School of the Arts graduate program is ranked 6th in the nation by US News and World Report. Sculpture is ranked first and Painting is tenth."

Interesting how they talk about themselves.

grey Saturday


Working on a horse for the Baker. This is the bottom layer, the beginning of the process. I really like it just as a silhouette, the simplicity of it. So, like piecrust, I plan just to hand onto the scraps and see what we can do with the remaining pieces.

The Amanda tattoo from my Memento Mori drawings progress. She picked one design. I reconfigured, simplified and designed it to the shape, the supposed "deco" that her upper arm is. She consulted with her artist (someone I perceive as "the" tattoo star around here)--and it seems there isn't going to be a problem. However, I was unconsious about how much this really costs...and it is a bit shocking , far more than I would have anticipated. However, as it is forever--and compared with Amanda's full chest, and complete back in every color of the rainbow, my little black shoulder to elbow seems almost modest. Do you think I can enter this in the self promotion category when it comes to next year's shows?

Off to the library to get some literary candy. The cupboard is bare. Then, off to the pool while K gets her skin treated at the spa next door. This has been really effective for her versus dermatologists, drugs, etc.Plus, it has motivated her to pay attention to this. We are having success and K can take total credit for this. I am very proud of her. And she, is proud of herself.

Had an engaging conversation with a college entry consultant--someone who is a freelance college counsellor about K and A--and the strategies we need to put in place prior to the hot time of junior/senior years--and the current thinking and changes in this entire college selection/placement/entry process. And! it sure has changed since I did it a hundred years ago. And, two years ago. And six months ago. So, I am enlightened and am very excited to have a partner on this path. Her name is Lucia Tyler and she is a lovely,insightful, caring woman. Learn more about Lucia>> You will be part of this progression.

Won an auction on ebay for a first edition of the only book on Ludwig Hohlwein for signficantly less money than Alibris offers it for. I am so psyched. There is on ONE tome that shows a huge body of his work--and this is it. Hohlwein, for me , is a giant in his simplicity, graphic and elegant illustration for posters and advertising...However, through the lens of my Mentor, he is very much a single potato guy...More to learn.

Must go. Books await. They close at 2.

IF: Leap


All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without benefit of experience.
Henry Miller (1891–1980)
U.S. author. “The Absolute Collective,”
The Wisdom of the Heart (1947).

Isn't that what living is? Taking that leap, that risk, that moment of fear? The leap is a moment but the return of that action can be extrordinary and unexpected. The more we leap, the easier it gets--so the risks get a bit higher and payout greater. The more leaps, the less fear, the more we expand, change, grow and live.

Leap a bit today.

tidbits


Little things happening all day. The pool of dilemmas was virtually empty, so the aqueous passigiata was quite delightful and somehow with the sunshine beaming down made all right with the world. Took care of all sorts of small stuff before having lunch with the amazing Micky Roof, celebrity jeweler, entrepeneur and inspired energetic person. Micky always creates wonderful medals for the triathlon in July--very dimensional, big and very Ithaca. They are so great, they could be remade into keychains and stuff like that. Cool, heavyweight--work with a presence. So, we had lunch to talk about her plans so that I can mirror the thinking with the tee shirt. Then, we talked about all sorts of this and that. There may be some other projects we could engage in. Plus, as she was one of the founders of the Art Trail, she sketched out where the art trail could go, the spin, the growth etc. She spins energy and ideas in her wake. She is tremendous. It should be fun doing a little work with her.

Am up to my ears in illustration I need to do...so need to go.

Little bits of Weaver


Overview on Seeing is Not Believing: The Art of Robert Weaver
at the Norman Rockwell Museum, Stockbridge, MA
November 8,1997- January 25, 1998>>

"stop being conceptual and get back to looking at things, at the details...to observe light and color and pattern." Robert Weaver

Good article. Good insights including his teaching at Syracuse and School of Visual ARts for 30 years(who would have known), his use of different media and actually putting him in context with Jackson Pollock and Willem deKooning. I wonder where the 100 pieces of work reside?
I wonder if there is a catalog. I am going deep on this one.

Also, Leif Peng in his observant, beautifully written and illustrated Today's Inspiration blog talks about Robert Weaver in his February 26, 2008 post. He surfaces the Rockwell show, cites the link to Bernie Fuchs and observed interestingly:

"The article there confirms what I was saying yesterday about this new breed of illustrators having one foot in the commercial art studio and the other in the fine arts gallery when it states, "Weaver was among the first to wed fine art to applied illustration" and goes so far as to call him "the godfather of the new illustration."

I like it that Peng, an illustrator, poses questions relative to Fuchs and to Weaver, open ended queries that leaves me puzzled (charmingly so). Here is a link to Peng's Flickr set on Weaver>>

Steve Heller in his article " The End of Illustration" posted on the Illustrators' Partnership site
puts Weaver in a historical context of illustration and art:

By the mid-1950s modern painting influenced illustration, and a few young illustrators challenged the hegemony of the academic realists. The old school was known for slavishly, though meticulously, rendering exact passages from underlined texts (usually assigned by editors). Conversely, the young turks established moods through the expressive application of color and form in paintings and drawings that wed realism and abstraction. The human figure no longer had to be an exact replica; backgrounds did not have to be thoroughly researched; verisimilitude was not necessary for a successful image.The late Robert Weaver, one of the pioneers in the shift from neo-Rockwellian academicism to representational expressionism, explained that this was the beginning of a time when illustration was used to portray heretofore ignored themes and taboo notions.

Now the illustrator was required to express ideas rather than mimic verbatim scenes: "We had to show the notion of left-handedness and depict crime on the street," he once said, "not a couple on a date."

The "new" American illustration of the mid-1950s can be summed up in one word: Conceptual. Illustration evolved from what-you-see-is-what-you-get to conceptual because the issues and themes covered in magazines were becoming more complex, more critical. Although most neo-Rockwellian illustrations were based on a broad idea, these illustrators rejected illusion, metaphor, and symbolism in favor of the explicit vignette. Precise physical detail was more important than psychological enigma. Even Rockwell's own paintings, which were influenced by allegorical painting of the Renaissance, were precise scenes void of the ambiguity that invites a viewer's deep interpretation.

The younger artists of the 1950s, among them Weaver, Robert Andrew Parker, Phil Hayes, Al Parker and Tom Allen, not only painted in the automatic manner of the Expressionists, their images were designed to be deconstructed like poetry. By the late 1950s photographers vividly captured the surface of things, leaving depiction of the interior world to illustrators. As TV eroded popular interest in magazines, expressive and interpretative illustration offered alternative editorial dimension. Illustrators were given a key role in the phenomenon known as "The Big Idea," which was an extraordinary confluence of rational graphic design and acute visual thinking. The rise of conceptual illustration during the 1960s, furthermore, was marked by an unprecedented collaboration between illustrator and art director/designer because illustration was viewed as an element of design—but design was not only about simply making special effects on a page, it was about making messages. In the Rockwellian era, the art director would position the painting in a layout near the appropriate text. In the new scheme, art directors worked with illustrators on concept, composition and layout, as well. Either an illustration was integrated into a format or given its own page adjacent to an elegantly and sometimes metaphorically composed block of text. Conceptual illustration served two purposes: It provided meaning—and commentary— and gave a publication its visual personality.

Huh. Neo-Rockwellian obsolescence. Expressing ideas versus mimicking scenes. Meaning and commentary. I need to understand this. How? How do I do that? Can I do that? I am scared by this...BIG Idea indeed. And, as I am an art director...phooey on that! There is something here. My brain is kicking into something new.

Later>>
Gathering of Hollywood Notables
Robert Weaver

RISD Alumni Art Sale

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ALUMNI SPRING ART SALE 2008: May 3
Benefit Street, 10am-4pm (rain or shine)

No snow day


Everyone emerged from their dens groaning this morning as schools were not even delayed here...with roads a bit sloppy and snow a bit deep...with 1 to 3" expected during the day. Will be entering the 3x3 show today...and start two pictures for the Baker Institute's front lobby. Am working with the intrepid Erich to make some tweaks to our illustration site and may link the new site to Little Chimp (which I haven't done). Now that I have an exclusive illos site, there are other free/cheaper sites I may post to to work around the "I" site. Am having lunch with an artist jeweler who does lovely work and is the designer of the medals/medaillions for the Triathlon in July centered around Taughannock State Park (waterfall pix from last week). My hope is that we can work collaboratively--teeshirt illustration with the medals--so we can develop a stronger annual look/brand.

Off to the whiteness>>

Chain Linked Moments


The snow is doing its thing. We just finished another late dinner thanks to yours truly not getting her sh*t in gear earlier. The team is deployed in dog activities, sweeping the white stuff and personal time. I am listening to random selections from itunes...with a big focus on Jazziz monthly CDs and of all folks, my mini collection of (as my italian friends said in the late seventies...THE Barry White). Poor Barry. Gone from us. Poor Barry, bigger than a 1967 Cadillac, with a sound as big albeit accompanied by (as my Muse as coined)" the purina cat chow orchestra". I love the singing, but even better is the insane talking over/lead in for the big build of the song. My italian pals (non English speakers) would emulate him down to phonetic copying of his lead ins and singing. An absolute scream. It makes one want to climb into fly away collars, bad hair and stacked heels. Makes me want to be a disco bunny.

As I am swinging and swaying to the robust, The Barry, White...I have dropped into something equally sublime. Drawn, the cooperative illustration site, links to a slide show about fellow Pittsburgher Robert Weaver in the NY Times>> Anything Weaver, for me, is a total kick in the booty. Weaver and Al Parker are the Barry White of my illustration world. Maybe more (they seem to exist without the purina cat chow orchestra). Could we all collectively beg the Taschen folks to do books ons on both. These guys are not side line players.

"Life is not a single snapshot, it is a series of events that are chain linked and proceed frame by frame." Robert Weaver

Why is it, that there is no significant monograph, show catalog or even web site on Weaver? His tremendous skill as an illustrator and designer shines through the few examples one can surface...but no tome,no collection to study, learn, review. There are students and peers of Weaver out there>> why no book, no significant recollection?

A nice reference is here in the Ulcercity blog, particularly appropriate for the here and now of Obama/Clinton>> with equally as fascinating responses/comments. I believe this author is one in the same that submitted the slide show to the Times. Mr. Dowd, from my skimming his blog, is a fascinating person, a serious teacher and educator and someone I plan on dropping in on on a regular basis (unlike this lightweight drivel from a nattering nabob who knows nothing).

books


Big predictions for a dump of the white stuff. Back from the back and forth in the Pool of Dilemmas. I was wishing for a semi empty pool...no crowded lanes..no pressure and it was as I hoped. The older ladies were in the hotter therapy pool, hopping and lifting weights, jumping and following the directions of a chipper chippy with a white baseball cap and a positive, happy manner.

30 days hath September,
April, June and November,
All the rest have 31,
Excepting February alone.
Which only has but 28 days clear
And 29 in each leap year

Ordered a bunch of used books from Alibris written by the talented and interesting husband and wife team, Peter and Iona Opie--experts in children's literature, poetry, nursery rhymes etc. So, I got a range of old books from a dictionery of superstitions, nursery rhymes, classic fairy tales and the Oxford book of Narrative Verses (and none of these books were more than $3. a pop). I love the Opies and have collected their books over the course of my life--and love their view..the historical, the contextural and the collections of text they hand off gently to the reader. I was looking at one last night in prep for the possible children's book we may be doing at Hartford. It was nice to dig into this stuff. It's very happy and fun...though surprisingly, there is more dark stuff and/or more sexually based stuff out there. I am also going to surface some of the fairy tale books, Robin McKinley books and greek mythology as well (Pandora could be an option)--

Oh, Mary Mack Mack Mack
all dressed in black black black
with silver buttons buttons buttons
all down her back back back
She asked her mother mother mother
for fifty cents cents cents
to see an elephant elephant elephant
jump over the fence fence fence
He jumped so high high high
he reached the sky sky sky
and didn't come back back back
til the fourth of July

So, per my Mentor, I have tabled MM for a bit...to see what we could see.

More later--my silver buttons need to be fastened, and an artist statement crafted.
Urg!

3 x 3 number 5

Hey Team!
3x3's fifth annual illustration show is open for entries>>
Deadline: March 14th

Jury:
Our international panel of judges include:
» Steven Heller, Art Director/Author/Editor
» Hanoch Piven, Spain
» Beppe Giacobbe, Italy
» Mario Wagner, Germany
» Vanessa Dell, United Kingdom
» Robert Neubecker
» Matteo Bologna, Designer
» Tyler Darden, Design Director
» Sarah Hollander, Art Director
» Markus Rasp, Art Director, Germany
» Isabel Warren Lynch, Executive Art Director, Knopf
» Denise Cronin, Art Director, Viking Children's Books
» Eddie Guy
» Vivienne Flesher

Online entries (no fed ex! Sweet!)

The price of pie


Made a great piecrust (from scratch!!) this weekend. Big move...as I normally cheat with the freezer case version which is fine...but after this cinchy one from scratch, I don't think I can go back unless I am quiche-ifying for 80. Also used up all the brown bananas with two big slabs of banana bread...which is almost all gone. Am shocked by what I learned at the Mecklenburg Mercantile, our little local store where the ladies get all sorts of basics from flour to spices, to cocoa powder to blocks of yeast and repackage to smaller containers. They have great stuff (King Arthur Organic Flour as a for instance) and I generally go there to support the ladies and get a few boxes of basics (popcorn, cumin, basmati rice, twizzlers...you know, the basics). I was buying said flour and was shocked to find out that it was $6.25 for a five pound bag. The proprietor said that with the weakness of the dollar, we are selling all of our wheat to European and Asian countries and we are being socked with a significantly higher price for our own food. What is this? What is Obama saying about that? The non-cookie making former First Lady? The possible first man? Gas prices are appalling...but when it gets to flour...it is the building block of most things we consume! If G. Bush is handing out checks...will the $300  or so begin to cover the significantly higher costs of basics and gas? Maybe for one month? But we all haven't gotten 30% raises to accomodate the changes. I find I am working longer and harder for the same paycheck (I am the boss so that is expected)--but does this mean that others who may work hourly? or paycheck to paycheck may have to take on other jobs just to stay status quo? This is me, the business girl talking...not mommy housewife. If 50% of the economists say no recession and the other half say yeay...how are we going to get off this slippery slope that seems to be moving rather steadily downwards. Any answers?

Was working on a wood duck image yesterday while R. wrote reviews. Kids skiing. Week promises to be busy but not uncomfortably so. Was in the Pool of Dilemmas this morning...to my delight...no sharing of lanes, bright sun on the water, the perfect water and the distribution of this into this column and that into that. Organized head, more organized life. Need to start whaling on K and A's summer activities. And what about April break! Yikes!

a pursuit of felt


I've got felt on the brain. Industrial felt...the fat kind... you know, around 1/4" thick. I am interested in cutting out some of the momento mori work out of white felt and blanket stitching or decoratively tacking the shapes to the top. Additionally, I would like to cover this felt entirely with buttons, old white buttons with all sorts of patina of age. I would also like to cut some squares of color (1" sq.) and tacking them in the middle. Kind of like tacking confetti to heavy weight fabric.

I found this cool site>>-- The Aetna Felt Corporation. They have all sorts of felt from woven, to pressed to needled. Whole Wool and composites. There is lightweight felt all the way to equestrian felt to a felt that is promoted as stiff as wood. There is felt for cars and for metal parts. There is felt for violins and instruments. Even chalkboard erasers have thick felts. And boot liners...it goes on. Buffalo Felt Products has an enlightening selection>>
More later. Have to get to some work...and then cooking.

Winter in Sheldrake





Frosty. Great rafts of ducks and geese. Standing on legs in the water. Beaks tucked under wings. Brrrr. Some were bold enough to tip upsidedown for the possibility of a a fish or watery snack. Bright skies. The Luckystone beckoned after some delicacy with the heat knocking off...and the dangers of frozen pipes very possible. R. solved it all with the ever present and helpful Mr. Houseworth. So, we just checked in...and Shady Grove and I scrambled outside to blue snow, snapping branches and monkey brain spheres rotting in the snow. The lake was tropical in it's blue color. I loved the way the privet hedges sans leaves are a nice source for linear pattern. The air was fresh and delicious. I love the lake in the summer...but the surprise of the winter is always a shock. I love the winter too. The best of Central New York.

funny muse

So, the Muse sez to me, he sez: "So, you will migrate from Memento Mori to MENTOR Murray?".

You betcha! Bring on the Mentor!

Whimsey


I thought I would get your attention with the whimsey header. I have been intellectually chewing over the suggestion my Mentor made about my thesis. And, in the spirit of growing and stretching I am in agreement that something has to happen to move my hand, head and thinking beyond something that has already been masticated. I mentioned this to my Muse, and he said, that though he is 100 percent behind anything I want to do,he FULLY ENDORSED and AGREED with the thinking of the said MENTOR. Now! it's from a math standpoint, two against one...but with two of them equal 100...So, its Memento Mori as the pre Hartford project. Punto. Bring on the the hard stuff.

Now what? I was thinking of asking the Mentor to give it to me straight. What do I need to work on? Color, composition beyond "one potato", and intertwining? What else? Now, back a concept onto the "key learnings"(to use a yucky corporatese type of phrase)--and create a thesis chock full of head/hand/eye busters. I would like to have some fun with it? What do you think? Make sense?

Matriarchy

1. A social system in which the mother is head of the family. 2. A family, community, or society based on this system or governed by women. In both senses also called matriarchate.

My cousin Liz called last night about a memorial dinner she is having to celebrate the life and spirit of my Aunt Jean, my father's sister, who died on the verge of cousin Liz's daughter's wedding. So, the family postponed Jean's gathering to her birthday in April for the appropriate send off. Interestingly, the wedding was a bit of a tribute to Jean, her humor, her love of all things common in Pittsburgh, her edge and bite...so this memorial dinner seems like the other bookend in this experience. Tribute and Memorial. They are really two different things. One is a salute, the other wrapped in memory of things past, a life lived.

In that spirit, I have been thinking. Liz said that there would be speechifying (no pressure but somehow as the group is going to be small...) and I was musing in that zone between awake and actively awake. We are as a family, on my father's side, a very matriarchal group. We have, in each little sector, little subgroup, an organizing, opinionated woman making plans for the larger group. I don't know how it happens, but it does. One becomes the matriarch. In my subgroup, and that of my husband's family, I am a matriarch. I make plans. I cook dinners (and serve them). I make holidays (when I can't avoid them with holiday travels etc.). And when I flex my muscles, some people wince (including me)--so I keep that rare and brief. I didnt get voted into this job--it just happened with a significant funeral, wedding, party, holiday--and everyone calls you. "What's happening?" etc. and surprisingly, a ton centers around food, eating and more food. And often, it is a now thing. Not a lot of planning--but 24 are coming for dinner--you fire up the engines, chop everything in sight, get out every plate in the house and start backing a plan out of what is hot, what is not, wha is for the vegetarians, the heart unhealthy, the picky and the foodies. When is the food on? Who sits next to who? Who can I rely on to be pleasant? fussy? prickly? And where does everyone sleep? Breakfast? Decaf or Caf. And then there are the rules and rulings that real matriarchs make. I have yet to do that. Judgement for others is rancorous...that maybe this matriarch will shrug it off.

Liz is an impressive matriarch...one I bow to. She is a planner, organizer extrordinaire with tact, taste and style that existed (from her Mother) wayyyyy before that upstart, social climbing Martha Stewart made an empire from her matriarchy.Liz is kind. She listens and hears. She weighs and balances. She knows she might step on toes and yet in her sheer worry, makes everyone understand none of this is easy and is taken lightly. She is considerate and funny. She is someone I respect and wish to emulate...though, I fear, I am meaner than. Don't get me wrong...Liz has an edge...but it is softened with love. Jean, Liz's mom, was a matriarch...but not to the degree Liz is as she was the child of the Queen of our Matriarchy Clan, Grammy. If Grammy was a viking, her name might have been Jean, the Emasculator. She was matchless in her terror. It took a generation for the tribe to calm down from her. And now, her granddaughters have taken up the scepters and are wielding them in their respective clans.

Jean was often referred to as a bad child. I have always been bothered by that. Bad in opposed to good. I would like to think of her not as bad, but as strong minded, singular maybe a bit willful. And she grew up strong minded, singular, and a bit willful.And, that is what we loved. She was a women with her own mind--not giving a hoot for what other people thought, for social conventions that were so important in Pittsburgh (of the time and currently). She liked to smoke, drink coffee, speak her mind in a very forthright way and live on klondikes (an ice cream confection made by Isleys in Pittsburgh)--waking up late, and going to bed very late amusing herself with crossword puzzles and talk shows. She fiercely loved her children...and those she hand selected. Fiercely. And in that close group, the prickles on this rose unfurled to show us the beautiful bloom that this willful, stubborn child grew to. She allowed all of us to be a bit stubborn, a bit singular and a bit ourselves...and held up a mirror to encourage us to continue on that path. She laughed a lot...and told stories with sharp insights and messages...with absolutely no candy coating. She too, had great style from her backhanded, eccentric handwriting, to perfectly wrapped packages at Christmas that looked like a professional did it. Small details were her gig...and she was excellent at it. And, you know, Liz is focusing on the details to make her memorial just perfect.

IF: Multiple [Multiply]


Philosophers multiply our general nouns and verbs; they give fresh sense to stale terms; “man” and “nature” are their characters; while novelists toil at filling in the blanks in proper names and at creating other singular affairs. A novelist may pin a rose to its stem as you might paper a tail to its donkey, the rose may blush at his command, but the philosopher can elevate that reddening from an act of simple verbal predication to an angel-like ingression, ennobling it among Beings. The soul, we must remember is the philosopher’s invention, as thrilling a creation as, for instance, Madame Bovary.

William Gass (b. 1924)
U.S. critic, philosopher(1971).

The philosopher's invention is the soul...and how is it manifested? realized? If the philosopher invents the soul, is it our challenge to define, refine and see that invention? If we choose not to agree with the philosopher, does that then keep us from the soul? our soul? Is philosophy the key to understanding the next chapter, our progression beyond this plain? or is it our faith and belief founded in nature?

The questions multiply. The answers are scarce.

Heavy stuff for such a cold, bleak day.

bowing down


Murray saw book two and related to Carol who related to me that it needed some space. I totally agree with this. The spreads are crowded with images and sketches...without breathing. The intent of these paperback Memento Mori books is to show the range of sketches...and in the case of this second volume, not to lift from this blog or from the world to spin more messaging. However, three will have that. Then after all the sketch books are finished, a big edit would happen and a 36-48 pp book would be designed (real spreads etc) --and produced. But, I am proceeding with three and will add space as I go on this one. I can redesign later with two and one. Murray is dead on...and I bow to him...and will listen. I am a bit wild these days with work..so I feel a bit like being on a Catherine Wheel. WHeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Up to my elbows with webpage redesigns and revisions. Yesterday was a head splitter...but I am thrilled to have gotten the work on for PR. I want to talk to you a bit about something Richard surfaced in our conversation. Its a bit soapboxy-but I need to talk about it.

Later

lunar eclipse @ 10 p.m.


Off the front porch of our house--there was a wonderful lunar eclipse all orangey red and glowy that these pictures don't even begin to capture...but this is hand held with the new and very focusy Canon Powershot 720 sans flash...leaning up against the house.
Imagine!

What is echo, what are light and shade, day and night, ocean and stars, earthquake and eclipse, there? The works of man are everywhere swallowed up in the immensity of nature.
Henry David Thoreau.