SKYWATCH FRIDAY – Homage to Edvard Munch (Lake Erie)
In my post-secondary years, I was an Art History major. The richness it gave me, the insight into so many cultures and historical eras can’t be understated. One of my favorite artists remains the Norwegian Expressionist, Edvard Munch (1863-1944). Munch (pronounced kind of like moonk) is most famous for the much-parodied painting, The Scream (tortured skeletal person striking a McCauley Culkin “Home Alone” pose on a bridge under a blood-red sunset sky). But what I liked best among Munch’s works are his moonlit landscapes; works like “The Dance of Life, Lady of the Sea, Moonlight, and Sommernacht Am Strand (picture).
Here on the north shore of Lake Erie, it’s been hot and hazy for quite some time, making it difficult to get any good Skywatch daytime shots. There’ve been no interesting piles of fluffy cumulus, no mackerel skies, only a few mare’s tails too thin to photograph well. Sunset is the only time that we get anything dramatic. Then the sun often breaks through, and the colors are striking, even though smog-created. When I saw the sun dipping low and making this pillar of light on the water I immediately thought of Munch, and dashed out with my camera to see if I could capture it. The first shot has the most well-defined column, but I also like the second one, taken a bit later, with the kayakers heading back to shore. And in both, I like the contrast of the bright ball of the sun and the dark ball of the float, deceptively appearing to be the same size.
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The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.