A day at the gardens

Today we made our first journey out of the city and over to the Portland International Rose Test Gardens. I have to say it was easily the most scenic and beautiful rose garden I’ve ever been to. The sections of the garden were tiered one on top of the other on a hillside overlooking the city of Portland. It had recently rained, as it often does so in Portland, so all the flowers held small water droplets in their petals and the smell of fresh earth and the fragrance of the flowers was thick in the air. We strolled slowly along the rows of flowers, admiring the colors of some, the petal shapes of others and the unique smells of a few. To top it all off, there was even a harpist playing, which added to the peacefulness of the place even more so. Due to the cloudy skies, I was able to capture some very soft and very bright and beautiful pictures of some of the roses. If you’re ever in Portland this time of the year, this place is a must-visit location.

A start to something new

There’s something exciting about seeing your artwork displayed in a beautiful way. I’ve always had my pictures, cosplay things, jewelry designs and gaming screenshots spread into various corners of the internet on pages like Facebook, Tumblr, Flickr, deviantart and other grow your own websites for a few dollars. Thanks to my love, I will finally have a place that is completely my own, a place to act as the glue to the various elements of my artistic life. I’m hoping that here I will be able to create a real ‘picture’ of my voice as an artist.

-Shelby Navone

Quiet Reflections

This man was with whom I presume to be his wife and the moment she stepped out of view I took this. There was something in this moment. This modern man with the cowboy hat considering a painting of a scene out of the Wild West. What did he feel when he looked at this? I personally cannot even imagine. Does he see this as reality or a romanticized past? Something he wishes he had been a part of? Something he feels he is connected to in some way? Fort Worth is such a unique place where the old exists alongside with the new. A place where the lines of the past and the present are blurred.

Taken at the Amon Carter Museum for American Art in Fort Worth, Texas.