Blog #10, April 15, 2014 "Life, Loss, Celebration and Nature"

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1 "Fiddle head Heart" Hank Erdmann Mink River Nature Conservancy, Door County, Wisconsin I leave this image in the newsletter for this issue to represent loss and at the same time rebirth, nature's natural cycle of life and that we should celebrate life at all stages. Blog #10, April 15, 2014 "Life, Loss, Celebration and Nature" Food for Thought: "The road to wisdom? Well, it's plain and simple to express: Err, And Err, And Err Again, But less, And less, And less." - Piet Hein (Danish Poet ) "Whoever knocks persistently, ends by entering" - Ali (Arabian caliph )

2 "Our physical body and the see-and-touch world are not life, but only one step on our spirit's journey." - Paul Pearsall (20th Century American Educator) "Mayapple Drops" Hank Erdmann Messenger Woods Forest Preserve, Will County, Illinois Life, Loss, Celebration and Nature... Occasionally we get reminders of the cycle and process of life, it's not always happy and at times it is downright sad. Nature has always been a source of solace for me, and that has been needed in recent months. But after absorbing the news, we have a choice. We can be shaken and saddened, and then complete overtaken by loss to the point it affects our own lives, or we can go on after the initial shock, and celebrate a a great life now past. Remembering those no longer with us can be painful certainly but I can't imagine many folks having left this life would want those of us who knew them, mourning beyond remembrance of the times we shared, the times we laughed, the times we enjoyed, and those things like art and nature and the friendships, both current or past, that make life worth living. Those who would wish others to mourn unending, likely would be disappointed! I choose to celebrate life, family, friends, my own, other lives, known and unknown who inspire us, and those who in passing, leave us temporarily sad but at the same time happy and smiling at their remembrance, and having been made for knowing them at all. Nature makes all well and whole.

"Spring Creek" Hank Erdmann Spring Creek in Spring, Messenger Woods Forest Preserve, Will County, Illinois Back in early March I received word that one of the finest photographers and co-workers I

3 "Spring Creek" Hank Erdmann Spring Creek in Spring, Messenger Woods Forest Preserve, Will County, Illinois Back in early March I received word that one of the finest photographers and co-workers I had ever had the privilege to work with (at McDonald's), Bill Parrish, had passed suddenly. More importantly, Bill was one of the finest individuals I had the pleasure of knowing. It was a real shock because it was unexpected and sudden. It was also a bit harder to accept as I had failed to stay in touch with Bill except for very occasional snippets here and there. That was my fault, keeping in touch with those who you call family, friends and past acquaintances is always your own responsibility, and I think at this moment of a number of those folks who I should call and catch up and that catching up is more important that the triviality of day to day "stuff we think we have to do". Bill knew the value of community and was very involved with his, definitely a lesson to remember and take to heart with regards to his remembrance. We all should be so involved. Bill, you ARE missed, but even your memory makes us better people.

"Mushroom Moss" Hank Erdmann Camp David (Kowalewski), Columbia County, Pennsylvania This past Saturday morning, I as many of you readers did, received the sad news of the passing of Steven Mayer.

4 "Mushroom Moss" Hank Erdmann Camp David (Kowalewski), Columbia County, Pennsylvania This past Saturday morning, I as many of you readers did, received the sad news of the passing of Steven Mayer. I have often talked about the wonder and power of "my inner voice" or spirit guides as Will Clay calls them, or more often just the concept of intuition in seeking compositions and subject matter. That intuition however, guides me in far more things and places than just my artistic endeavors.

5 Saturday morning I had my current Intro class at the Morton Arboretum in the field at the Arb. One of the few things that really "bugs" me is people who disturb others especially in the field (in a natural environment whether I'm photographing or not) and being taken from my reverie with nature or in a restaurant while enjoying dinner and not being taken from my food reverie with some ignoramus blabbing on with a conversation that should wait and shouldn't be impossible to overhear by others. So I purposefully do not use my phone in those situations other than to discretely check a message on occasion. The phone is always silenced and often not even on. But the phone has replaced a wrist watch since film days and I sensed our session was drawing to a close so i checked the time. On checking the time, I noticed a call and voice mail had popped up from a unfamiliar number which 99.99% of the time I would ignore at least until the class was over and I "Spring Knees" Hank Erdmann Herron Pond/Little Black Slough Nature Preserve, Johnson County, Illinois was in the car not around others in the field. There was that intuition, maybe not a inner voice, but certainly a feeling that said; check this message. So right there, with my class scattered, I walked a few feet where I wouldn't be interrupting others in their image making, and I listened to the message. It was Greg Blue from MAPS (the Morton Arboretum Photographic Society) with a message to call him and that it was somewhat urgent. Knowing that I was speaking at the MAPS meeting the following Monday I guessed that it concerned the program. But then I thought Greg wouldn't be calling it urgent if all it concerned was a presentation, something told me I shouldn't wait. I walked a bit further away from the group and hit the call back button. Standing there outside in the middle of the Arboretum I learned of Steven's passing. More stunned than anything at that moment I sort of wandering a bit in circles before I rejoined the class and explained to a few that probably witnessed some odd behavior what had happened. Fortunately class was about over and within thirty minutes I was headed back to the car and thinking about things. One of those things was what MAPS was going to do with concerns to the meeting coming up in just two days. One of Greg's reasons in calling was to ask how I felt about going on with my presentation. Trying to think quickly and rightly I said I could certainly go on with the program and I thought folks would want to and that I'd go along with whatever the group decided. I also said Steven would want us to go on with it, he wouldn't want us not too. And I knew that, it was

6 not just the thought that we guessed he would, I knew he would. And sure enough, later that day we got an confirming the meeting would be run and would be a tribute and celebration of Steven's life and his art, both his culinary art and his photographic art. And it was. "Spring Run" Hank Erdmann Illinois Canyon, Starved Rock State Park, LaSalle County, Illinois Another of those things I thought about on my ride home was why I had checked that message at all, and even more so, what had prompted me to answer it and call back right there in the field, at the Arb, and in the middle of a class. It stuck me that if I had to receive that news, I could not select a better place to not only hear it, but to initially process and absorb the shock. A place of nature, with healing properties, a place we both loved and spent a considerable amount of time at. The Arb is a place that immediately started the healing, the acceptance and later a celebration of Steven's being as we had come to know him; a fine photographer, a fine chef, and a most wonderful person and friend. Looking back now, just a few days past, I realize that call and the process that followed was no accident, it was no weird anomaly, it was a gift from Steven to a number of us who got the call while there. It was Steven saying; it's ok, I'm ok and I'm in a better place; remember me, and mostly remember what we all care about, nature, art and relationships. Upon arriving home, these thoughts still swirling through my mind, I entered the house through the garage and the side entry of the house into a room with the laundry and coat rack, the mud room so to speak.

7 Being an artist I believe that no room, no space should be devoid of art and indeed even in our laundry room art hangs on the wall. Recently repainted a warm yellow, the color of sunflowers, hangs a watercolor print of a sunflower from Door County painter Ed Fenendael and next to it hangs a piece from Steven. Rows of summer flowers in a late afternoon light, with yellows that screamed to me as it hung in Steve's show last year at Gallery 7,the piece screamed that it belonged in my mud room greeting me every time I walked in the Door. It was Steven again smiling at me through the warm light in his image, greeting me as I walked in saying I'm ok and you are too. The old saying, I'm not sure there's a heaven, but I know there's a hell came to mind. The hell may be the occasional sad times in life, and while I'm not sure about the heaven part, there must be another side we'll arrive at. And when that happens I'm sure I'll see Steven welcoming us to a fine dinner, seated "Reflections of Pink" Hank Erdmann Morton Arboretum, Du Page County, Illinois at a real long table will be Ansel, Eliot and thousands of friends, acquaintances, other artists; chefs, painters, photographers, sculpters, writers, musicians and people we've always admired, known, or wanted to know. It will be a rekindling or a start of great relationships. I'll bring the wine! Thanks Steven, for making it okay, you will be missed my friend, but you will be remembered and celebrated and at least I get to say hi every time I walk into the house! Next Blog: Macro and Close-Up Photography Here's to spring, get out make an image, bring it up on your LCD, turn it to the heavens and share it with Bill and Steven! Allbest, Hank

"Trillium Forest" Hank Erdmann Aman Woods Park, Ottawa County, Michigan "What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide.

8 "Trillium Forest" Hank Erdmann Aman Woods Park, Ottawa County, Michigan "What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide." - William Shakespeare (English playwright and Poet ) "Although the world is very full of suffering, it's also full of the overcoming of it" - Helen Keller (American writer and lecturer ) "This is a record of your time. This is your movie. Live out your dreams and fantasies. Whisper quotations to the Spinx at night. Sit for hours at sidewalk cafes and drink with your heroes. Make pilgrimages to Mugins and Abiquiu. Look up and down. Believe in the unknown for it is there. Live in many places. Live with flowers and music and books and paintings and sculpture. Keep a record of your time. Learn to read well. Learn to listen and speak well. Know your country, know your world, know your history, know yourself. Take care of yourself physically and mentally. You owe it to yourself. Be good to those around you. And do all these things with passion. Give all that you can. Remember, Life is short and Death is long." - Fritz Scholder (Native American artist - b. 1937) Hank Erdmann Photography 903 Windsor Drive, Shorewood, Illinois (Preferred Contact) ~ Cell hankphoto@sbcglobal.net Web:

"Peninsula Snow Sculpture" Hank Erdmann Peninsula State Park, Door County, Wisconsin

Peninsula Snow Sculpture Hank Erdmann Peninsula State Park, Door County, Wisconsin "Peninsula Snow Sculpture" Hank Erdmann Peninsula State Park, Door County, Wisconsin Blog #4, February 13, 2014 "Which Lens Should I Bring" Food for Thought: "I'm Aging Like Fine Wine... I'm Getting Complex