Since I’ve lived here, I’ve had fun taking photos of Bill, the statue atop the Elks Theatre in town. A few weeks ago, we were walking on a street behind and uphill from the theatre when I spotted Bill. It was sunset, and the angle of my shot had Bill silhouetted atop Granite Mountain in the background- as if Bill was in the wild. I darkened the already dark foreground to eliminate the lines of the building- and then went wild with textures. Not my usual colors and style- but it does have part of a circle. Pandemic Photoshop Play. . .
Circles
Streetside
Beach Patrol
Lit from Within
Untouchable
Red Rocks at Sunset
A New Day
Waterways
Moon Watch
Time spent gazing at the night sky can be as calming as watching the rhythm of ocean waves. Last night I went outside for a half hour or so before the International Space Station was due to fly over and spent time looking at the moon as it appeared and disappeared behind fast moving clouds.
And then we watched the space station as it made its arc over our driveway- looking like a bright star zooming across the night sky. A few moments of excitement on that dark night.
I missed blackout Tuesday- I hadn’t realized it was happening until late yesterday. But I add my voice to those crying for justice for all Black Americans. These are dark times- but I have hope for better days ahead.
Tuesday Rose
While Strolling
Strike a Pose
The Three
Reflecting Words
I’ve posted photos of this book of sermons by my great-grandfather, Rev. Andrew J. Mowatt, previously here, but yesterday I took a few more for a photo assignment for my AAUW photography group. I’ve learned a lot about Rev. Mowatt since my original post, including the fact that he authored at least FOUR books based on his sermons. This particular book was based on sermons he delivered at St. Paul’s Presbyterian Church in Fredericton, New Brunswick.
Andrew J. Mowatt was the son of the immigrant Thomas Mowatt whom I wrote about a week or so ago.














