In December, it will be ten years since I put this photo-book together. It was a labor of love for the regional park that has inspired so much of my photography. It was also part of a charitable drive. Proceeds from those initial sales were forwarded to the Mission Trails Regional Park Foundation. There are many projects floating around in my head at the moment. “Start painting again….finish mounting current prints…write more music….make more nature videos…create more nature videos with music….produce more instructional videos for photography.” And now….update “A Walk In The Park” with “A Walk In The Park II.” The cover photograph was made before I jumped into multiple exposures. It is a long exposure piece made with many filters to slow down the shutter. When this is applied to the work, light becomes clay in the hands of the photographer and the camera can be moved around at will (with intention, not hap-hazard). The original is linked below for review.
Days are warm and the grasses have faded to brown. Such is the harbinger for the beautiful buckwheat bush plant.
It covers vast areas of flat fields and hillside chaparral and has proliferated due to the steady rains we received his season. These plants burst open with little pink/white flowers en masse. Their drought resistance empowers them as an environmental mainstay to the typical California climate.
Even more wonderful is how buckwheat support bees. The over-abundance of the flowers ensures busy bees have a good supply of nectar for their hives! The fields light up and bee support are a win/win scenario in my book.
As summer wears on, these flowers will turn a rust red. All stages of the colors make for some dreamy compressed photography.
California buckwheat is edible and was a staple for the indigenous Kumeyaay tribes within this region.
Traffic billows Clouds of disagreement Heat rising from its midnight Fumaroles to be embraced While slowly killing us
This short journey quickly ends Beyond the bounds Of the enchanted forest Where I will be changed again To a time when everything was wonder
The door slams Feet hit the pavement And time begins to slow A swirl of life Circles about my head
Men and women in spandex Bicycle to conquer Run to escape and to find Newer selves Changed in heaving breaths Pushing out the old self
Beyond the fumaroles Lies the path That will swallow me whole And without a sound Will make me a child again
When I started making photographs, I rediscovered the child in me. Easily impressed with life forms….like the simple guppy. A few days ago I witnessed a hummingbird courting his mate. He flew high and hovered, then swooshed down. During his upturn, his tail feathers made a “chirp” sound. A physical manifestation created at almost 9G’s of force. The forest is full of stories like that.