Since I visited my first museum as a kid, I was always inspired by what the impressionist saw and painted from their hearts. About 7-8 years ago I found a pond in very low morning light where the lilies sang out and said shoot me. For most my adult life I saw Monet's images as something of myths. Those colors I thought were fake and made up. Wrong, how I was so wrong.
My first encounter was up in Maine, in Acadia where this pond had the most amazing Lilies. They were changing like the leaves around the pond. So the next morning I hiked into the pond at 5 am.
It was like Monet was there that night and painted the pond. I was in Monet's Inspiration. Since then, I have been hunting down different ponds in the upper northeast that have the same or similar features.
In my new Fine Art Photography Book I dedicated a section to these images.
In the early morning hours,
when the light is low,
my eyes gaze upon the lily pads.
Memories of Monet, fill my senses.
His inspiration guides my vision.
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