Monthly Archives: July 2008
I love this man so much I let him have ownership of my Hiawatha Offical tee from 2007!
It was summer 2004 that I first attended Hiawatha (with Mike). Back then he slept on one side of a pop-up camper and his two boys slept in the middle, and I was all the way on the other side with too much space in between.
But we danced our hearts together and felt magic in that land.
As a new photographer with a new digital camera I often feel like a child. So much to see! So many images to capture!
My formal training is in poetry, which to tell the truth, has not been my direction lately. But that formal training taught me to ground my words with images. Concrete images stay with a reader. They give your writing meat.
This young mother kneeling behind her stroller while listening to a music workshop at Hiawatha caught me. The color of her skirt on the grass. The crisp white of her shirt. The textures. As an artist I wanted to reach out and touch the material. I wanted into her world as mom. I wanted to know the music of her day.
This second image is of a volunteer at Hiawatha. If you volunteer for three shifts (3 hours each), you receive a free ticket and a t-shirt. Each year, I, too, put in my three shifts. I feel like an integral part of the festival and it helps keep my abundance going.
But the reason I was attracted to this shot is the curve of her foot on the log. Her flowing skirt. The natural sweater. Wondering how cold she was sitting at her station. Wondering if she wanted a cup of coffee. I imagined her name to be Laura. That she played a flute in high school, that she sings alto, not second soprano, anymore.
Two friends browsing the vendor booths at “Artist in the Round” at Hiawatha was a must shoot for me and I have several of them traveling the vendor pathway.
Again it was texture and the richness of their clothing. Color. It was a gray misty cold day for a music festival but these two girls are dolled up. Artsy. Hippie Trendy. Is that a style? Sure it is at music festivals. Brown long hippie skirt and an emerald green crushed velvet shawl. The hat is awesome, too! I know this girl must be an artist. Her friend in denim, white fun skirt, ready for the sun–just slip off the jeans and dance!
Beth Millner is a silversmith and jewelry artist here in Marquette, Michigan. Her booth at Hiawatha Music Festival 2008 was beautiful with new tall pedestal displays crafted by Mike Hainstock (the Younger). Beth’s work in both copper and silver are making a big hit and her work is available at many locales including online at Etsy. Beth vends at fests all summer–next she will be at Art on the Rocks, July 26-27. Beth is also my step-daughter-in-law to be. She is engaged to Mike the Younger. I am tied to Mike the Elder who I often refer to as Magic Man.
Hiawatha campsites are individual and beautiful, from ordinary to extraordinary. This campsite always has a flower arrangement and this year’s was tropical and vibrant on misty cold days. The site is under the cypress near Lake Wobegone.
Hiawatha’s Second Stage, Saturday afternoon, a new event with 4 musicians each in a square (or corner). “Washington Square” it was called. I listened to Seth Bernard and Daisy May, favorites of Marquette music enthusiasts.
Mike and I camp across from Second Stage just so we can be very close to the performances. We had just finished a bite to eat when I heard Daisy’s voice from inside the pop-up camper. I ran barefoot across the grass to listen. Then, I realized I was without camera and ran back.
After Mike Waite completed, he came over to join Seth and Daisy. I love the image of Seth and Mike’s hands. Magic!
Music Festivals are magic but they can take a lot out of you, too! Having a good healthy source of food is important to keep your strength up so you can dance away the day, and night, and day and night. This past weekend I attended Hiawatha Music Festival with Mike. It has become a tradition for us, as our 5th Summer of Love continues. The food pictured above is from Bliss Cafe, Suttons Bay, Michigan. They offered healthy foods with ethnic flare.
If you are looking for information on substitute teaching feel free to visit my other blog, Why Teach. I have been concentrating on making it more of a resource and will continue to build over the summer. Drop by.
From Colorado to Lisbon, Portugal, that is the “Creative Leap” Cynthia Morris took in her life, and the adventure’s she is living! Wow! I am inspired every time I read her new blog. Recently Cynthia went rock climbing on the limestone cliffs, and she writes of the experience at JourneyJuJu.com.
Cynthia’s boyfriend João shares what he gets out of climbing, “the way climbing teaches you how to live strongly and creatively in life….” I just had to comment and let her know it sounded like a writing prompt. You see, Cynthia is also a writer coach with another blog and great newsletter at Original Impulse.
Our lives give us prompts to create all the time, the trick is to remain open and receptive like João and Cynthia. For João climbing brings him to peace while also keeping him engage to the environs he is climbing. Cynthia says her years of yoga have brought her the same gift of focus and strength.
Being in tune with your body, building strength and focus, and understanding yourself allows expression with confidence and youthful sense of discovery. It brings that sense of presence to your art.
Last night while walking around Founder’s Landing I was absorbed by the scent of white roses in bloom. I caressed the soft petals and like a guilty child picked the blossom and tucked it carefully in my jeans pocket. I had a secret. I bouldered over Gaines’ Rock to the laughing sounds of the creek meeting Lake Superior then jumped over the expanse without getting wet feet. I paused as a woman set-up a shot of the twin smoke stacks of the Shiras Steam plant. The coal and limestone piles throw entrancing shadows in the fading light. It is a digital capture I, too, have taken. A three legged golden retriever walked by on a leash with his humans, wet from a swim. Rollerblades hummed past. And as the sun set I headed up the Bothwell hill, home. I cherish these walks. The sauntering allows process, and the writing floats up. Topics I never expect. I become engaged and awake.
I had a gift in my jeans pocket and I pulled the now pressed blossom from my pocket, the bugs scattered over the coffee table. I smiled a young girl smile, only slightly itchy and disturbed by bugs. I thought of the many treasures of my walk, snapshots of time I need to share.