Luminaria 2013

Technology failures and crazy work schedules (I have five bylines in Sunday’s paper, y’all — that’s nuts) caused this post delay. Now that that excuse is out of the way, enjoy this photo explosion from Luminaria, San Antonio’s nighttime arts extravaganza. The idea is that all exhibitors use light in their work somehow. It’s always beautiful and fun, and this year the weather held out. Seeing other people’s art always inspires me. I hope it works for you, too.

By Charles Harrison Pompa

Don’t remember which building this is, but it’s pretty.

HemisFair Park arch

Austin Bike Zoo grasshopper

Austin Bike Zoo flies

Pink building…

… turned blue.

Front porch lamp installation.

This eye was hanging under the arch last year; this year it was under the clock tower.

Tower of the Americas

Green fountain.

Red fountain.

Blue fountain.

“surrender”

A tree of bulbs…

… where I had a good idea.

Photo Prompt 9

Photo by Helen Montoya Henrichs

Dance

Dance like the wind, the water, the stars

Dance in your living room when you’d rather just sit down and watch TV

Dance with abandon

Dance until you sweat, until you laugh, until you cry

Dance fast or slow, with a partner or alone

Dance in summer, winter, spring and fall

Dance because you can

Dance under any circumstances

Dance for people to see

Dance for nobody but yourself

Dance because it’s exactly what you’re supposed to do

So, as you can probably tell, this photo made me think of dancing. I danced for 20 years and miss it all the time, but I also do it in my living room just about every night. For fun. And it is.

Another thing I thought of when I saw this photo was how much I’d like to decorate a room using the color palette — lots of silver, white, icy blue and gray and, thanks to that one square of the disco ball, punches of hot pink.

Beach photo prompt

Photo submitted by Olga.

The day is new and fresh.

You are pulled forward by the water, like the water.

Each step leaves something behind -

Work, school, stress, technology.

You are on the edge of the world,

looking out at nothing but the possibility of everything.

You are small.

A speck, a blip, a tiny sparkle in the sand.

Part of nature’s ebb and flow.

The sound of the waves, the heat of the sun, the taste of salt in the air.

When it’s time to go back, you don’t leave it behind.

It’s in your skin and veins.

In each step you take.

In each breath you take.

It’s everywhere you look, if you’d remember to look.

Photo submitted by Olga.

Big thanks to Olga for digging through hundreds of photos to submit these. And thanks for the inspiration.