CAPTIVATED BY SUCH ASPHALTERY
I come back to this exposure often; even when it’s not stirred by social media. It’s not about the display of a well-honed Pima County craft. It is the image’s discrete contrast that mesmerizes me.
NATURE’S SUNDAY PREACHER
A preacher flew by on this particular Sunday and I could almost hear his Sermon: “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore.…
PERSPECTIVE: GAHNDI, MOTHER TERESA, MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. AND THE RISING SUN.
PERSPECTIVE: GAHNDI, MOTHER TERESA, MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. AND THE RISING SUN. Out on Minot Beach for a Sunrise Project exposure, and as we are waiting for the rising sun she says “how can such a small thing give off so much light”…. A matter of perspective.
FOR THIS IS WHERE SAGAN’S BILLIONS MEETS POWELL’S SUBLIME
There are many directions to gaze when trying to achieve that calming, peace-making humility. To be in awe of nature and its patient strength.. And if you’re lucky, or better yet ~ paying attention.. You may…. Just for a moment.. Grasp its’ size.. And feel that foggy back-of-the-mind nagging that whispers to you at these…
TODAY’S DOROTHY
Today’s Dorothy wears shoes of travel but also understands the color-classics…. She knows she is not in Kansas or other destinations, but in MOMENT; this moment being Maryland. She doesn’t “wish” to be geographically defined; but to be “dynamic” in range.. Not static in PLACE but moving in FAMILY…And that yesterday’s yellow is today’s mottled…
“JULIE MARRY ME!”
“JULIE MARRY ME!”… That’s what’s etched on the 2nd standing post on the right; that post just past the one advertising “DL + SJ”.. It’s there.. trust me. The bridge is kinda out there in the back-backcountry, but it appears to get frequent visits from high school age kids or those that just graduated…like Julie.…
A SHOOTING-CLOUD
“Dad! Look!!! a shooting-cloud!” At least that’s what I hope she would say, so them maybe we could sit for awhile and watch its’ motion. She could ask questions that only a child could ask of ‘Shooting-clouds’….”Dad, why does it glow on the bottom?”. “well it has to do with the changes in the air…
SETTING SUN”S CANDLE TO NATURE’S ONLY MORNING WINDOW
Jonathan recognizes the black-spot among dark ocean wave…. A fishing-boat form.. He sets sun’s candle to Nature’s only morning window; guiding Atlantic fisherman, as Scituate Light would, in dark, stormy morning rise… leading to comfort and calmness of Scituate anchor.
AS SHE MOVES FORWARD
As She put shoulder to rising sun, she had remembered what her Father and Mother had said “Only those who attempt the absurd, achieve the impossible”
JUST FOR THE HECK OF IT
SO… why do they fly so low to ocean-wave and floor? We were in Mancos, Colorado when I picked up his print; A Tim Cox creation called “Just for the Heck of it”. One of my favorite paintings.. It depicts a cowboy, in full rain gear, holding reins in one hand, steadying hat with other..…
PATTERNS OF THREE
I came across an interesting pattern and the words for it, but had to wait for the bird to cooperate, and just before it left my viewers frame… it pitched and rolled as if it new what I was up to. Wind Mill Marsh Mill Bird Mill Three Onshore winds Rushing Brushing Past me Sea…
NOT TO BE MISTAKEN FOR MR. SULLIVAN’S “DRINKING BIRD”
What does this remind you of? In 1946 Mr. Miles V. Sullivan patented the “Drinking Bird” whose origins are from a 1910s China toy called the “Insatiable Birdie” … A toy that appears to be of perpetual motion but in reality is an example of thermodynamics and a working theory of the heat engine. This…
“NO ONE HAD MORE FUN THAN I”
“No one had more fun than I”… Not sure how to take that one.. At first I wanted to do research on Mr. Jones, the inscription, and his memorial; find out what those words meant to him, but as quick as that thought rose, I dismissed it.. I don’t want to know what those words…
MODERN-DAY HEROES OF MONTREAL
Up very early morning…downtown Old Montreal heading towards the Notre Dame Basilica at Place d’Armes (seen in the background); listening to quiet city noise when thought was interrupted by old-fashoined school-bell sound. It was to alert the Montreal Fire Department of an emergency. I quickly set up: low ISO, f/11 aperture; pushing shutter speed into…
THE ANTICS OF “ROB”
I have been watching him for months now.. To the point where I have named him; “Robert the Ramblin’ Row Boat” or “Rob” for short. Every time I drive by Cohasset Harbor I see Rob; always moving: Up, down, left, right, forward, backwards… He just can’t seem to settle down.. Well this morning Rob took…
SUBLIME: ATLANTIC WAVE … CANYON DEEP
Why does an Ocean have to be of water; of wave Of crashing rhythmic sound. Can it not be of rock; of depth Of rolling rhythmic echo. They are both Ocean Atlantic Wave … Canyon Deep They are both sublime
WEIR RIVER TREE
Forgetting the subject in front of me, loosely focused on the tree tops; just over the grassy knoll…but not looking at them directly. Kind of how one looks at those trick posters or painting where you try not to focus on the picture itself so as to bring out the hidden secret that lies in…
THE SUSAN T
The SUSAN T…. It tells me, and reminds me, that this is the season of change… The air is energized with it…fresh and new… Trees are starting to leaf: pinks, yellows, greens, whites, purples, reds to name a few… Grasses are green and growing; demanding to be mowed.. The ocean barriers to beach entrances have…
BAILE’ DE LAS LUNAS
Hurts the head when thinking what type of 12 hr dance the Earth and Moon had to do to get the Moon from what it was to where it ended… kept camera horizontal to earth-horizon….nice spin Moon, soft on your feet!! But considering we don’t ever see you spin, it must be us making the…
FIRST LUNAR ORBIT…
Learned how to reach the Moon last night. It took a few hours and 1/2 a bottle of vino to orbit the exposure.. Now to perfect its landing… Moonrise over Minot Beach, North Scituate, Ma.
SWIRLING ATLANTIC PHANTOMS
As sun rises I notice swirling ocean mist on Atlantic horizon. I pause…shoot…and look…The Atlantic phantom continues onward, in northerly direction, towards rising sun.. What are you? an optical illusion perhaps.. but you move….Maybe you are left-over exhaust from a large ocean-going vessel’s stack… but you are not dispersing….I set timer, fire once more, then…
HUMBLING
I think to myself ” If I were to gaze past rock and crashing wave; to swim east… when would I once again touch land…” Curiosity pulls at mind I check… similar Latitudes are my focus Oporto, Portugal… 3,153 miles away… Ok… Plain and simple; what do I find humbling… NATURE… Nature humbles me.
PATTERNS
Three large trees in a line..Fell in the same direction.. Why did they topple? Why those three?…. Was it a heavy wind and they were the tallest trees, smallest trees, same type of tree? Did they have the most foliage and their branches could not bear the collected snow? Are they along a hidden fracture…
SPIRES OF ALL KIND
From Hogwartsian Architecture, to Politic, to Church and School; Scituate is like many small New England towns: full of charm, lobsterman harbor, stack and spire….
SIMPLER TIMES
Days would be long; the work hard; at the mercy of Nature, but you are a well learned partner; whose knowledge has been steeped and handed down generation to generation…Family and Simpler times it would be.
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