Mother's Day Mini-Vacation, No.8 - who knew irrigations systems could be art?

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Crops require irrigation in the Oregon high desert. Thankful for the green, I couldn't stop taking photos of the irrigation systems we drove by in the Zipcar, Engine, a Ford Escape.




As I looked through the couple dozen photos I took, I picked the ones with shapes and vistas which appealed to me. In the background, Three-Fingered Jack, a 7,844 foot tall glaciated shield volcano named for its distinctive shape.



One more with Three-Fingered Jack in the distance.



Next I uploaded my choices to PicMonkey to alter each one with one or more of the apps there. I am so pleased with how each of these nine images turned out.




I realized I had art here, not just photos of irrigation systems.




Dynamic, motion-filled art.




Do you agree that these images are art? I really would like to know what you think. Thank you.




Mt. Washington, in the distance, is 7,794 feet tall deeply eroded shield volcano which has as its main peak a volcanic plug, heavily eroded by glaciers in the last ice age.



For me, this art provides nourishment, not only for the crops, but also for us.

A statement portrait, by me. I heard the statement on the bus one day on the way home from work. Honest.

Felt like sharing this with you. It's propped up on a plexiglass stand so that I could take this photo. She's wearing a mask in honor of ferrets everywhere.

Portlandia's pointing at the door of the Portland Building

Inside the door, to the left at the back of the lobby, there's an alcove where a city arts' organization hangs art each December. This year I was lucky enough to have one piece of mine hung there.


Here it is. "Highway 61 Bottle Blues," 1996, acrylic and found objects. If you open the little box, you read, "Get the juice. Get the blues." One of these days my plan is to have a space to spread out and create again. I've got a stash of paints, papers, frames, and egg cartons patiently waiting.