I was in the traditional Turkish-Cypriot village of Ozankoy on Monday and came across a pair of large, ornate doors on one of the narrow, winding streets of this charming village. So I took a photo as I knew I could work with it in creating art, and voila! the above image.
I have referred to the doors of Grace as I love the term “Grace” and feel these doors, with the light radiating out, open opportunities to step through our own doors of Grace as we further our journey on Planet Earth.
I have been taking part in a black and white photo challenge on Facebook and for most of the images I’ve used photos I’ve taken of the huge construction site right beside our apartment. The Merit Hotel group is building a huge hotel, along with the three other hotels it has close by, and another hotel closer to the Kyrenia town centre.
It’s been incredibly disruptive with huge amounts of dust filling our apartment, constant noise, heaps of rubbish beside our fence, concrete pours going on right through the night with the noise of trucks and concrete pump, and all the detritus of a construction site on our doorstep.
However, when the challenge started up, it seemed to me that a construction site lent itself rather well to black and white photography, particularly as the tower crane which dominates the site looks incredibly elegant.
So, on the basis of the title of this post: “If You Can’t Beat ‘Em, Join ‘Em”, here are the photos I took in colour then converted to black and white using the B&W facility on PicMonkey on my computer, and Toolwiz on my tablet.
This image is based on a special site we found in Pingelly, on the wheatbelt of Western Australia. There were huge granite rocks that had images of frogs in them, they were quite clear. It was an incredibly peaceful place and we later found out that Frog was the totem of the Aboriginal tribe of that area.
I created this from a photo my friend took in the Giraween National Park in the far north of New South Wales.
In the original photo, there is a rock with the clear shape of a mouth and from this I had the image of rocks whispering their magic and ancient knowledge to us over the eons, not necessarily in the words we humans see as necessary for communication, but in colours, images and rock art.
We stopped in the entrance to our communal car park yesterday in the late afternoon and I just noticed the juxtaposition of dried grasses against the grey of the Besparmak Mountains shrouded in cloud. I got my husband to wait (not a happy camper) until I got a photo but then decided that black and white suited the image better due to its moodiness. I don’t often use black and white, in fact I can’t ever remember creating a black and white image, but always a first time for everything!
I took this photo of a piece of tree bark standing from foliage cut down in the paddock beside our apartment. It just made me think of how we can wade through all sorts of shit but fight our way into a place of honour where we can stand up and speak our truth.
My husband and I went out to dinner a couple of days ago at The Cabin, a restaurant close to us which is right by the Mediterranean sea. I saw a fishing boat out at sea and it looked almost mirage-like as the sea was very calm but with a slight haze due to a dust storm blanketing Cyprus. I only had my smartphone with no zoom (a reminder to carry my camera with me everywhere!) so I took a pic then fiddled with an edit on my smartphone, a couple on my Tablet app, Toolwiz, and sharpening with PicMonkey on my computer. Here are the results: