Sunday, December 30, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
there was another tree
in the garden of eden
not the one the snake twined around
thick with apples made forbidden
but another tree
whose sap oozed love
it healed cuts
and tasted of pomegranates and kiwi fruit
and brought visions of innocence
and smelled of day-old babies
and hummed to itself
and felt like a stolen kiss
when breezes lifted its leaves
to graze our skin
built a tree-house in that tree
was his secret place
not from god who saw it all
but hidden moments from his family
and one day
in that tree
being without others
alone in his thoughts
while the tree bloomed pink
and dappled light played on his hair
and for no reason that he knew
abel cried all day
which was a thousand years
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
I take a lot of photos. I take photos of what my friends consider nothing - less than trivial - scraps of paper, overpainted staples in bulletin boards, blades of grass, places where something was rather than where it is is now. I'm pretty methodical about it, too. I see something, approach it as mindfully and mindlessly as possible (giving up thought, but keeping as much of the ethics and respect for it to be my equal). It's my process and it's just how i 'work.' Mostly.
Several days ago at the French Broad park on Amboy, i was just standing on the bank, camera in hand as usual, and not really processing anything. A moment of moving meditation that i only noticed later i was looking at these leaves, this water, this reflection. The dog yanked on the leash and i moved away. A bit refreshed.
Only at home did i notice that i had actually taken a picture where i stood. And only one. Usually, i work a subject - moving in like i'm hunting image - stalking light and darkness - taking photos all the while, composing, recomposing, cropping, adjusting the light balance, etc. But i don't even remember taking this photo. Not a bit. And it was glaringly solitary in the digital contact sheet. In fact i had to think about my trip to the dog park to try and place where this shot was - as if i stumbled and my camera went off accidently. But i took the shot alright. It was an awesome/awe-full moment when the universe for me took a breath and i noticed nothing at all was happening.
In a way it feels like for a moment, the process reversed and the image or the world or something took a picture of my thoughts thinking. Or of me being wonderfully nothing.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Lately, i've been going around taking photos of photos. I carry with me a slew of throw-away photos that Helen intended to toss when she cleaned and gleaned thru her photobooks and shoeboxes of photographs. Mostly people and places i know nothing about.
And i'm glad i don't know them. It gives me a freedom to place them in ways that hints at revealing new things to me. It makes for surprising results and i keep my mindlessness while doing it.
I also need to get better at titles. Lately, i've been lazy.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
I want to try rephotographing photos or placing snapshots and photographs in places they wouldn't normally be to try and shake out a new meaning. Just a bit of playing to see what i come up with.
These photographs (original and rephotograph) are not intrinsically modified.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
this weekend was Helen's and my first year anniversary of being married. We went to the spot where we said our vows and repeated them softly and with cold autumn tears on warm smiling faces. Love this powerful and this sweet one never expects, but savors during life. And i know i will be with my sweet potato pie until i no longer exist in this world.
A world made sweeter by my best friend.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Tim took Catherine and i out in his wonderful Cessna 172 to try and find fall color. While we were hindered from flying over Asheville and Pisgah mountains because of weather, we still had an absolutely wonderful time.
Tim was very tolerant of me opening the window and taking shots out in the wind.
To see more of the flight, go to my Flickr site tagged with cessna172.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Concerning people in their 'secret' state, i passed a cubicle at work at the exact moment that the woman who worked in it happen to lift up her purse and smell of it.
She saw me go by and i slowly backed up and asked, "Did you just smell your purse?"
"You know," she laughed, "I did. You caught me sniffing my purse."
"Do you mind if i ask why?"
"It's kinda funny. My mother-in-law smelled my purse yesterday and i just remembered that and so wanted to see what she was smelling."
We both laughed and though i was tempted to bring out my wallet and sniff it, i did not. I walked off. When i told a friend about the encounter she asked bluntly, "What did it smell like?"
That, for some reason, i felt was none of my business. I wonder why?
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
I almost didn't ride my motorcycle in today because of the threat of rain. I would've missed this little beauty forming, a double-rainbow on Howard Street. Thanks to Chris too for standing in the middle of the road, mouth agape, and pointing it out!
It reminds me of one of the very few things i do miss about living in Florida. The skies. I've seen several layers of clouds swarming around a double rainbow with the inner rainbow forming a complete circle. All while people huddle together going 75 miles per hour down I-95 in lockstep. Afraid to look away lest they run into others who are reading their papers or putting on makeup during the race-to-work.
Ok, it was the skies i miss, not my waxing poetic about how dull people are.