Carol Wiebe

I snapped this pic as I was going in to work. Those shadows of the grass on the concrete emphasize the long, spiky blades and create a pattern all their own. There are so many textures here: the smooth plants, the crumbling dirt, the pitted concrete, the little bits of organic matter (or remnants of an old cigarette butt). The wet cement as opposed to the dry also produces different shades of gray, and that jewel of green strokes, with sunlight glinting off of them, sparkles.

A riot of color, textures, and shadows met me just outside my door today. A Riot This is a riot I can relate to. #door #leaves #shadows #CWWOl20111004 #riot #textures

The red spot on the sidewalk caught my eye, but the bright sunlight, reflecting off my viewfinder, made me unaware that I was capturing my own shadow as well as that of the red spot. At least I think that’s me . . . Red Spot I tried to capture a red spot But after I saw what I got I couldn’t be sure if that far right blot Was really me taking the photo, or not. Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You. ………….~ Dr. Seuss #sunlight

This rusty leg was holding up some bleachers in a park. There was actually a whole chorus line of rusty legs, but no possible angle to capture them at. Rusty Leg There is SO much going on in this photo: crazy shadows, a myriad of plant material, wonky angles. #chorusline #possibleangle #rustyleg #CWWOL20110901 #shadows #wonky #crazy #plantmaterial #bolts #bleachers

Shadows are not mere mimics ~ they often assume configurations the physical cannot bend to adopt. No wonder they fascinate. We crave the depth their presence imparts ~ like souls, they are interior creatures, concealed within the dark and only revealed by illumination. ………….© Carol Wiebe Shadows on the Steps Illumination (This work was created in Photoshop Elements from the photograph above.) (See the work I created out of this photograph.) #interior #shadows #CWWOL201

These silver dollars have a definite rose hue, which is especially lovely against the pale green of this painted cement floor. Rose Silver Dollars I play with shadows whenever I can. These “dollars” almost appear to be on a trellis. #silverdollars #cement #shadows #trellis #green #CWWOL20110717 #rose

I am still stitching the 2 new journal pages, but I did create a few more digital works out of that shadow of the light fixture. I’m like a dog with a bone ~ can’t seem to let go! You can see where this one came from. The largest version looks like felt. The light fixture is quite apparent, here: Light Flower Mandala I am on a quest for the perfect journal page (for my way of working). It must be very textured, attach to the next page in such a way that it turns fluidly, be a

I love shadows, and am constantly taking pictures of them. Our dining room light fixture was casting a lovely, intricate shadow that I snapped in the near dark, causing a grainy effect that  robbed it of some of its detail. Shadow of light fixture I created this line drawing from the photo of the light fixture, which I can use as  a collage element, or to make a stamp out of. Don’t ask me how I wound up here. It was a long and winding path, and I was only half conscious (in t

I was sitting on my front porch, a place that feeds my soul, and noticed that the grape leaves behind the rocking bench were casting beguiling patterns onto the cement. I scurried inside to grab my camera, because you never know when a cloud will position itself in such a way that the place you have set your heart on photographing is no longer in amenable light. Shadows thrill me: their graphic quality, the way they echo the “real thing,” their ability to simplify an object t

We are staying in a cabin outside of Hastings, Ontario, where spring is ready to burst at the seams.  Ice and snow are melting on gravel roads, causing them to ooze with mud. We also witnessed ice floes ~surface ice that had broken free~grind over buoys on Rice Lake. (No photos of that, drat!) The frozen morning puddles, and last year’s leaves and branches melding with the mud, mesmerize me. The trees add subtle, soft-edged shadows into the visual mix. The broken branch has f

The other day I visited Sharon Tomlinson at all Norah’S art. She had a fun post called “He knows my shadow,” which caught my eye because I am always on the lookout for good shadows to photograph. I always love to scratch when the inspiration bug bites. Her words prompted the following comment by yours truly: Shadows. They copy us, they play with us. Sometimes they even overshadow us. They are mysterious and diaphanous, our gossamer guests who love to follow us into the light

I am drawn to shadows: I often take a picture of an object or a person’s shadow, rather than the source! I also enjoy symmetry. It is fascinating to see what happens when objects are mirrored; it is my favored way to make art papers for collage. To my way of thinking, every piece of art paper should look like a finished design, even though it will probably be combined with other papers. I get more options that way: I can choose any part of the symmetrical design, put the mirr