Six PM Waiting hangs in the air Like maple syrup In my coffee
Six birds fly Into the dreamworld Created in my camera Completely unaware
For this little moment There are no demands Void of angry voices Deadlines buried In creative bliss
Multiple exposures on a single frame (in-camera) – Mission Trails, San Diego CA Made this during a very kinesthetic learning time in my photography walk. There is power in controlling light. There is power in the ability to manipulate your surroundings to match the dreams in your head.
By my own words. While working around the property.
Wife:….”I just don’t want you to forget… you know you have ADHD”….. Me: “What? What do you mean? I don’t have AD…… hey look at that yellow bird!”….(finger pointing across the yard) We quickly look at each other. The laughter went non-stop for several minutes.
She may be right. And maybe I’m just high functioning ADHD, but seeing a Hooded Oriole will always put a stop to whatever conversation I’m having.
Understand how the camera works. Understand ALL the possibilities. Understand the rules. Then go and make whatever the mind can imagine with these tools. Push the camera to its limits. Reveal all the possibilities. Break all the rules if you have to. Make new rules.
Well, they were good last night. But it was a surreal experience. Looking up, there was the fingernail moon…all smilely-like. It’s grin shone through the naked tree limbs overhead. I called “Hey!” and made a photograph. A happy photograph.
Turning toward the dark waters, my mind looked for something compelling. There in the deep murk, was the moon again. In that context, he seemed a little sad …so I made photo of sad moon. Couldn’t make up my mind. Sometimes it just goes like that…even when conditions are right.
Moon told me, “it’s all good, and moment-to-moment. Just live it.” Peering again through naked limbs I could make out a silent voice. She told me to “settle down. Listen to wind, you can learn much from silence.”
It appears calm The surface nearly flat Yet those small ripples…waves Belie a boiling unseen
In my dreams of unrest Uncertainty Waves crash overhead Control completely lost
No longer a man In this dream I am a boy Thrown about Away
Reduced to flotsam Bound to continuous churning Without escape Save the awakening
It has been some time since I’ve experienced this dream. It started as a recurring lucid dream in my childhood soon after my parents divorced and split the family. It is interesting that the affects one event will manifest itself in our subconscious looking for resolution.
(Photo – Coronado, CA – Full Edit Manipulation in TOPAZ)