Yosemite Falls, California (Visual Relaxation)
Andy Gilmore : Quarter Tones
$130 is a big chunk of change, but this would look so nice on my wall, and it’s good to support local artists.
So very tempting.
(Related: I’m proud to call Andy Gilmore a fellow Rochesterian. There is so much talent in this town.)
How to behave around fog
When you’re just out of bed, standing shivering and half-naked with your coffee at your window, and you see the morning is bundled up in a sea mist so thick you’ll barely be able to see your fingers in front of your face once outside, there are some rules you have to follow: you must squeal with delight; you must spill you coffee; you must forget your breakfast; you must pack all the camera gear you’ve ever owned except your tripod, which is the one thing you really need; you must get off the bus three stops early to walk through the park and its abandoned football pitch; your summer trainers must get soaked in dew; you must drop your favourite lens in the mud; you must wonder why there is no sound; you must whisper to the fog as you shoot it, soft, soft, my love, do not run, for it is a wild beast that will flee if you are not gentle; once you have it tamed, you must be firmer, cajole it, growl at it, for it will be used to your sweet words, will get complacent, lazy, it will forget; you must see the mist as you have never seen it before; you must let it lick your ankles, nuzzle your earlobe, breathe against the nape of your neck; you must tell it yes yes yes; in short, you must fall in love with it; and you must be late, very late, for work because you fell in love and nothing else mattered.
There you go. Them’s the rules, OK?
Olivia Wilde photographed by her husband Tao Ruspoli