monochrome – Page 16 – ASHLEY WILSON FELLERS

February 25, 2015February 25, 2015A // W // F

When I am on my knees at the water’s edge …

I go down to the river with my camera. The water is slowing to ice but the shoreline is still wet, the grass flecked with drops like diamonds. Maybe tears. I get down on my knees and part the dead rushes, brown tufts, looking for green. I am thinking of a certain kindred spirit, who has been […]

February 17, 2015A // W // F

Ordinary Things, Meaning and Mystery (a moment when I sound like a total flake and don’t care)

It might sound obvious, but whenever I look at my favorite photographs or paintings, I have the confident sense that they mean something … I’m just not really sure what. It’s the peripheral-vision pull of it — the feeling that something important is just out of reach — that attracts me. (I’m much less interested in things I’m sure […]

February 13, 2015February 13, 2015A // W // F

One Thing I Know …

… This plain-faced, ordinary world is full of magic: Tree Shadows, Roanoke, Va Hope you stumble over some everyday beauty today… ❤

February 8, 2015February 8, 2015A // W // F

Florida in Monochrome, or, Why I’m a Strange Soul Who Gets Overwhelmed by Too Much Prettiness

For the past seven days, I soaked up all the summer I could in southern Florida. I showed up hungry for sunlight, searing heat, green. And I have to say, Florida delivered: As the car shot toward the Keys on long white bridges spanning the water, the Sunshine State rolled itself out like a green-and-blue […]

January 25, 2015January 25, 2015A // W // F

A Question, Left by a Brook in Garst Mill Park: Day Twenty-Four

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * I find a new park today — a small one, hugging close to a silver ribbon of […]

January 20, 2015January 20, 2015A // W // F

Color and Words, Left in the Healing Garden by the Hospital: Day Nineteen

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * If you’ve been around here for awhile, you’ve probably noticed that I don’t usually shoot photographs in […]