Parrot-Patterned Tulips, Portsmouth, New Hampshire
A photograph that says “pattern“?
I’ve been stymied by over-abundant choices.
I’m particularly enamored of changing patterns: something may catch my eye from one vantage point, in one cast of light, and then shift, flicker, and disappear.
Of course, I have a proclivity towards patterns in fabric and quilting–especially the “pitter-patterns” I design for baby quilts.
I don’t know quite where to begin or end, so I’ll share a smattering of patterns in my life:
A repeating pattern welded into a Boston sculpture reminds me of soaring birds
Another sculpture’s curved pieces reflect the sun into a bright pattern something like silver wood bark
Lamp light creates a row of ghost spindles
My husband Jim took this photograph of a butterfly whose wing pattern echoes the flower on which it alights
Through the use of color, shade, and pattern, one repeating shape can be transformed into endless variations
A wooden lattice reflected on a polished wooden table creates a wavy work of modern art
Morning light superimposes a rectangular background on the smaller pattern of a bamboo screen
Victorian fish-scale shingles atop brick patterns are a common sight in the neighborhood
The Zakim Bridge’s cables form a vast variation of linear patterns from different angles