Compulsion

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It’s like playing a musical instrument.
Holding it firmly, like deadly weapon
An extension of the arms

Connected to the brain
Connected to the heart
Connected to the eye

Reality melts away
Like it was never there
Reality is now foolishness
Logic dies quickly, quietly

The eye looks at all conditions
Color over there
Greater values to be had
Two miles away

Extreme contrast
At the forefront
Thought walks away
Let’s instinct in the door

Mind assembles
Heart assists
And speak to hands

Hands obey in the frenzied moment
Before it all changes

I have been practicing this obscene bastardized form of photography for about twelve years and it won’t leave me alone. It is not considered valid by most traditionalists and is discounted as “Photoshop” (veiled insult). This piece is a manipulation (contains a second photo layer) so in that sense it is “Photoshop”. The base photograph is (10) exposures onto one frame.
My critics’ jabs would carry weight if I saw how easy it would be for them to make a similar image using the same techniques. Even if that were so, I would still refuse to allow any voice to interrupt the creative processes that have now become compulsion.


Journey Alone

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None can prepare
For journey’s ill circumstance
Surrounded by many such dangers

Still alone
Still struggling
Never still

Today’s rain ceased
It’s essence
It’s transforming force
Inescapable

On water
In water
Becoming water

Clouds cry out quietly as they break
Like floating turtles
Parting ways

A welcomed force rears up
Its energy radiant away from ninety-three million miles
Frees the once oppressive transformation

And, with its goodness
Becomes the new oppressor

Bring it.

(Stay strong, be good, be ready)

Seis

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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.


Betrayed

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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.