Maritime Harmonization

The Sea in November is like nothing else you’ll ever attend
Gazing into the vastness
soon you recognize it’s yourself who’s becoming to expand
When the Sea splashes stillness
and tenderness.

The Black Sea, November 2017

Balance of renewed guarantees support to those in expansion.

The Black Sea, November 2017

Subject for Experimental


Until Then is Now

Love at first sight!

Enjoy a new visual language, constructed worlds that speak to issues and concerns using light, shadow, and color to tell the stories of Heidi Clapp-Temple

She often utilizes her visually appealing style to draw the viewer in for a look at the sometimes complicated and darker aspects of life. Her current work involves a combination of photography and various fine art processes.The first part of her creative process is the creation of tabletops sets for the camera. She makes drawings which she cuts from paper and then adds multiple types of papers, glass, and various objects to the sets. In her studio she puts a sheet of white paper in front of the sets and illuminates them from behind to create scenes seen through the white paper. Working with shadow, light, silhouettes, and reflections she creates a final composition that she photographs.” 

Come Back
©Heidi Clapp-Temple, Come Back
©Heidi Clapp-Temple, Dress Your Age
©Heidi Clapp-Temple, Emptiest House
©Heidi Clapp-Temple, Fountain of Youth
©Heidi Clapp-Temple, Retrospect



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Becoming a Redwood

text by  Dana Gioia

photos © Arito Nishiki

Stand in a field long enough, and the sounds
start up again. The crickets, the invisible
toad who claims that change is possible,

And all the other life too small to name.
First one, then another, until innumerable
they merge into the single voice of a summer hill.

Yes, it’s hard to stand still, hour after hour,
fixed as a fencepost, hearing the steers
snort in the dark pasture, smelling the manure.

And paralyzed by the mystery of how a stone
can bear to be a stone, the pain
the grass endures breaking through the earth’s crust.


Unimaginable the redwoods on the far hill,
rooted for centuries, the living wood grown tall
and thickened with a hundred thousand days of light.

The old windmill creaks in perfect time
to the wind shaking the miles of pasture grass,
and the last farmhouse light goes off.



Something moves nearby. Coyotes hunt
these hills and packs of feral dogs.
But standing here at night accepts all that.


You are your own pale shadow in the quarter moon,
moving more slowly than the crippled stars,
part of the moonlight as the moonlight falls,

Part of the grass that answers the wind,
part of the midnight’s watchfulness that knows
there is no silence but when danger comes.


All The Unseen Forces

The beautiful artist Polina Washington in her own words:

“Bloom” is about colors and forms, about the subtle matters that surround us. It is about feelings. I believe that we “see” only the tiniest part of the whole world—we are not taught to see “deeper.” All the unseen forces—their vibrations and energies—affect us and our lives. Tuning into these forces is a necessity if we want to be a part of the world.

—P.W, multiple exposure series