Tonight, at the Westville pub (it was Lasagne night, hello), my dear sweet Helen uttered the phrase: Sexual insinuendo
i love her!
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Thursday, July 20, 2006
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future speeches stunned by liquid enthusiasm!
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Halt upriver your own actions to penetrate the ancient east,
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Which Man’s polluting sin with taint hath shed in close recess our expeditious and
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And the availability of her old fashioned
(this is an example of Spam-poetry that i do - which is just a culling of huge sections of the spamwords used to fool spam-detection programs, with editing from me to include line breaks, a bit of rearranging, some words crushed into the middle to give it flow and a dash of punctuation)
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Here in the east coast, we have comfortable mountains. Mountains like sofas and saddles that fit the ass and are a trusted friend. I was very dissapointed when out west to realize that what the western people called mountains were just huge rocks. Pretty when covered with snow, but not that inviting or much fun to hike on.
I have a friend from Colorado who hates it here in Western NC - he says our mountains are really just dense hills that conspire to confuse his naturally wonderful sense of direction. He prefers to see the world by being on top and looking over stuff while it turns out i just prefer to actually look at stuff.
I guess it's all in how you look at it! :)
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Monday, June 05, 2006
i've never been very good at maintaining one thing: one vision, one format, one method of creativity even. This weekend Helen and i went to the Grovewood Gallery which had an outdoor jewelry/craft component of tents and vendors and i marvelled at the wonderous works of others, but also at the singleness of mind they have to be able to channel themselves exclusively to stained glass or woodworking small velvet-lined boxes or just silver contemporary rings.
I feel lucky that i've stuck with photography so long, but haven't felt like i have even the remotest 'theme' that i can discover (or maybe, naturally, it's hidden from me), except perhaps the lack of people in my photos.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
when i first wake up and cast my eyes around the room, it seems as if my eye muscles haven't attached properly yet (i don't fear they won't). And so my eye both tries to fall back asleep and hold an object steady in its gaze simultaneously - neither of which really win. I usually roll my eyes around, following the lines and corners of the room until i gain some measure of control over my vision.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Monday, May 22, 2006
We listened to David Sedaris' new collection on CD on the way down and that man had us laughing hard and me wanting to write (Like on Stephan). Or at least finish the writing i've started such as "Birthday Kiss."
I also find that my 'photographic eye' didn't exactly translate well on vacation - the things i go for, think about, and meditate upon while photographing just didn't happen in Florida. It felt that something was amiss because of the heat, or the light was different, or the towns we visited were touristy and didn't have the grit, the trashiness that i think i photograph well. But the truth is, something was missing from me - either a desire or a muse or a divine spark of some kind.
I wanna think about that and see what i photograph back home in Asheville.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Maybe it's good for me. Maybe.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Fresh Graffiti can be vivid and poignant, but when old and transitional it appeals to me because it feels to me like it is being reabsorbed into the fabric of our life, like nutrients reused by living things in general.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
or the last couple of days i have been volunteering at the Botanical Gardens at Asheville as part of their annual "Day in the Gardens" where we sell plants and allow vendors of native plants to come sell for the weekend. It's been fun, hard, and very social, but i've had no time to view my friends' Flickr photos.
Lots of wonderful friends and Helen and i got the chance to share the good news about our engagement.
Above is a photo of the BGA's payment tent with our Office Specialist Claire (O'Dare as i call her) looking thoughtful.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Last night we had Helen’s sisters over, Rebecca and Carolyn. Helen made a beautiful salmon and spinach meal which we ate outside on the porch with birds singing. After dinner, during the talk of childhoods and laughter, I got on my knees next to Helen’s chair and told her how much I adored her and then asked if she’d marry me. Her sisters bolted upright and thought I was kidding, but I was offering sweet Helen this ring.
Helen was not expecting it at all and was still ogling the ring when I continued, “But wait! If you act now, we’ll throw in this pearl necklace, pearl earring and bracelet set,” and put the Zales boxes in front of her. I would’ve thrown in Ginsu Knives if that’s what it took, but she kissed me and told me she loved me, and “yes.”
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
It was a good day with my sweet helen and got a few photos in on a mostly warm mostly sunny day.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
The first shot on the right is a shot of a solarium panel where the protective coating has been baked by the sun and started to peel. It looks interesting enough to me that even i - knowing what it is - don't try too hard to process its 'thingness.' I enjoy the moments within it.
I think that was the beginning of moving away from taking photos of people. Too object-ive. We as viewers and me as photographer are too anxious to process the face as object, to see the person or the personality of faceness. I may get back to that one day, but for now my vision is filled with lack of objects.
I still take photos of things, flowers especially. And it's odd in that i really like, or perhaps need to know what it is i'm photographing. Name it. Objectify it.
And i tend to define abstract rather loosely. It's not so important that the subject matter not be known; it's more important that the viewer is faced with the pattern more predominantly than the subject.
With all that i fully admit i don't know what i'm doing other than practicing my types of 'seeing.' Seeing hopefully in a way of knowledge as Carlos Casteneda frames it.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
So i'll continue to take photos, abstracts and mix the meaningful and the meaningless together in a way that is in tune with my heart's beat, and see what progresses.
This is a stone sculpture at Beaverlake north of Asheville. I actually had to get 'inside' the sculpture and look up to get this shot, but the object d'art is intended to be interacted with as far as i can tell.
insects are so other. hard to think of them as related to us, and closer to us than the tree they are eating. weird breathing methods, bones on the outside, adults with no mouthparts, multifaceted eyes, tongues on the ends of their feet, chemical signals, responses and defenses... it's all so amazing physically and spiritually.
the truth is i see many things as areas of light or color or shades of things and frequently have no emotional attachment to them. I only partially compose usually with not much intent to a subject matter, only framing to keep out the unwanted and emphasize some part that, for the moment, i'm interested in. In this case the texture on the wall, warm and contrasted to the cold blue of space to black.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
seems i'm always looking down. Or at least my camera with the heavy lens (sony F828) is always pointing down when around my neck and i frequently have the LCD on - sometimes i see my next mission in this shot - especially those 'standing there' ones.