Photographs, then Monet, then Questions

Giverney in Martha's Vinyard
Indira Ganesan, Giverney in Martha’s Vineyard, 201
blurred close up of vinyard meadow
Indira Ganesan, Blurred Meadow, Summer 2012
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Claude Monet, detail:The Artist’s Garden at Giverney, Yale University, Wikipedia

The Cape’s monsoon season has started.  Hardly, but there has been rain and grey skies that burst open into afternoon gold.  This morning’s rain must have been the sound of wind through the trees.  Autumn is here, but early days. I discovered some photographs from my summer jaunt to Martha’s Vineyard.  It feels strange to attach my name to these, but they are photographs using an iPod with enhancement features.

What season stands out for you? What season do you photograph more than others? Are you in your season or do you wish to be transported into another?

The Final Edits

Indira Ganesan, Shimmer, 2012

Over a year ago, my novel was accepted, and I have worked on its various stages before it comes out in print this winter.  To say I am mildly obsessed about it is putting it, well, mildly.  When my last book came out, the towers were still with us, the X-Files were on the air, and I had never see a Whole Foods.  I had just learned to use email and had my first account;my first messages were telegramatically  terse.  Now, all this time later, I am going over the final edits, what is known as a “second pass” slowly.

I am on page 119.

I took a walk and a neighbor pointed out flocks of butterflies on buddleia.

Indira Ganesan, Butterfly at neighboring garden, 2012
Indira Ganesan, Butterfly At Neighboring Garden 2, 2012
Indira Ganesan, Butterfly ang3, 2012
Indira Ganesan, Butterfly, neighbor’s house, 2012


A bit of Goethe

First edition of The Sorrows of Young Werther
First edition of The Sorrows of Young Werther (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Possibly my love of window shopping translates into my love of surfing the WordPress theme showcase for new ways to present this blog.  This design or “theme” is called Manifest, created by Jim Barraud.  I was looking at a theme called Linen, and previewed it to see how this blog would appear in new dress.  As I scrolled to the very bottom, I came across this:

 A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now.

Immediately, my conscience was pricked as I thought, how in the world did WordPress see through my heart, and expose me as a fraud? Don’t I write about tranquil settings, and don’t I think I’m quite epic?  I previewed this and other themes until I had the foresight to google the above quotation.  Quotation it was, an excerpt from Goethe’s Sorrows of Young Werther.  So I spend yesterday on-line, at, reading the book.  It can be found here  and in fact, since it is an epistolary novel, it can be delivered letter by letter in your email via this site, though there might be a fee.  And should you want a soft or hard cover, a walk to the library or nearest bookstore will provide you.

Is it good?  Oh, yes, it’s good.  I read it in one sitting, nursing my cold, and compulsively following the story as the seasons changed with Werther on the computer screen.  My first online read–would they all be this good.

As for my bout with Self?  Well, that always exists, selfishly, at the seashore.