She Said

I will never leave you
And I’ll love you forever
I will never leave you
And I’ll love you forever

If we have lunch together
It don’t mean nothing
Don’t mean a thing
You don’t need to call me
And we’ll just split the bill

I will never leave you
And I’ll love you forever
I will never leave you
And I’ll love you forever

Tell me ’bout the books you read
Though I’m not
Much of a reader
Just want to hear your voice
To imagine the places you go

I will never leave you
And I’ll love you forever
I will never leave you
And I’ll love you forever

Can I walk you to your car
And tell you
How much I really like you
If I kiss you on the street
Will you run away from me?

She said
Never say never
And forever is a longtime
She said
Never say never
And forever is a longtime

She said

Wedding day- September 19, 1981 – Presidio Park, San Diego, CA

Photo – Point Loma Lighthouse Interior – Lensbaby

The Hunt

Back country service roads can lead to perilous areas where moving forward is sketchy. At the same time, conditions may occur where one cannot stop to look ahead. Momentum is required to traverse the conditions ahead. Trusting learned instincts is paramount to success in these moments.
Once through the danger, there may be some damage. Perhaps the oil pan was compromised/scratched, or maybe the suspension was strained. The “other side” hopefully delivers its treasures and the relative pain is worthy. Sometimes all is failed and documented for future references. Learning is the reward of perceptible failure.

Project:
Bird photography for inspiration.
Incorporate standard bird photography restrictions:
Detail
Focus on the eye
Get in plane (their level)
Composition (duh)
More blah blah blah

Of course there are gear, software, editing and tech issues. More opportunities for failure…..learning.

Then What?
Always, then what?
That will never be found in a lens, camera body or editing software.

Bunny Love

Little rabbit
Lives in the dirt
Little rabbit
Has no shirt….or
Is named Bert or Gert
Appears quite pert
Loves to eat vert?

Yeah
All those rhymes

A facebook friend asked if I make photos of rabbits (she loves bunnies). Mostly I don’t. So I made her this manipulation.

Here’s what it feels like to walk the woods:

Is Too Far A Waste of Time?

Perhaps I have ADHD, ADD, WXYZ, or something, I don’t know. We know that when we endeavor into an artistic genre, we will aim at “traditional.” Once that is known (fully or otherwise) sometimes we ask ourselves, “what can I do with this? It’s nice, but how do I make it my own?” Our thinking drifts in and out of ideas. So how do we work it out?
For me, the first step is to take it too far. Sometime that works, sometimes not. When I first started using intentional camera movements in my work, I was elated! My assistant reviewed some of my work and honestly stated, ” it hurts my eyes.” With that, I came to understand that something new and exhilarating to me is meaningless if it does not convey a meaningful message to the viewer.
It was not failure, it was learning and with learning comes maturity.
So here we are again. The decision to gear up for bird photography in February has brought me here. Processing a color image, save, process a B&W rendering, save, process a B&W image and remove the colors that make the water go to black. Stack that black image over the color and reveal the color through masking.
Kitsch? Perhaps. But I will embrace kitsch if it leads me to new knowledge. Anyway, it makes for an interesting desktop background.
During this process of editing and video creation I have come to remember why I love photography so much. A few hours spent outside of myself. No cares of the world bearing down on me. Looking for beauty and story. What a lovely privilege. Watching and appreciating nature is a treasure to the heart.
In all of that discovery, I see the direction to go. To explore and work. To fail and succeed. To live.

Finding the Light

It is the telling
That wears us out
So we run to places
Where semblances
Of light
Still reside

The gold of morning
Gives us hope.
There is no talking here
Only instinct
And the basic will
To survive.

A place for flight
And grace
Strength and weakness.
It waits for no one
And moves through us all.

An unending story
Waiting to unfold
Waiting
To be told.