Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
It’s ironic
The nearest nature refuge
Has a freeway running through it
Humans in a hurry
Making background audio
For the freeway on the lake
Yes, I am obsessed with this project….fourteen years and running at this location. At some point, I might make all the work I can discover and will shift my focus.
Walking near dead grass, dust from the trail speaks a language of ages.
Sage and buckwheat shout the joy of summer’s calling.
This year, it will be short, but splendor will splash the air.
Bees frantically work, supporting the hive.
Descending into enchanted realms. Local universes.
Do they worry or fret? Counting flowers and days without rain.
Those things, considered “dead.”
Speak loudest of all.
About days gone by. Three weeks of glory for some.
Others, like the oak, masters of maternal care.
Spent years of reliable service. Never wavering. Strong, sure and fast.
Shading rabbit and coyote alike.
Their roots, were once alive with the harmonics of the beating heart called earth.
Now waiting patiently.
For rebirth.
Had to do a little impression work yesterday. Photos are edited for contrast. Russian 44-2 Modified Lens.
Generating its own light
Night has a transformed place
In this unnatural landscape
One may fall asleep
Eyes closed in anticipation
Of redefined rest
The mind conditioned
To succumb to the deep hum
That constant breathing
Broken by the siren
Or freight train’s wail
Pictures on the wall
Rattle like heart valves
Dogs in kennels
Sing a dirge
For their wolf beginnings
And as the night shift ends
The horn blasts the last call
“Go home, or, wake up.”
It’s time for school.
Growing up in a suburb of LA in the 60’s was filled with sounds, dirty air, and experiences that have never left my memory. Like the night shift blast from 2 miles away that would wake us all up. Or the freight trains that would pass through at 3 a.m., shaking up the house. We were just 20 years out of the big war, NASA kept many people employed. Small businesses were everywhere. You lived in one part of your house and had a business in another part. There were a couple of kennels down the alley that roused a lot of barking and howling. Of course, the hum of the freeways were always on as well. Growing up, we just thought it was all normal.
Now, we’re considering moving to a rural area…where it’s quiet. I don’t know. I’ve never known anything else other than the city.
“City Scapes” – Multiple exposures on one frame – Lensbaby. Prints available here:
https://bluemarblephotography.smugmug.com/Lensbaby/All-Work-With-Lensbaby/i-KwkdDPT/A
Shadows reveal
A certain energy
Hurried
In random directions
How many times
Has this happened
How long
Has this gone on?
What else have I missed
In this world
Of fairies,
Sprites and pixies?
(2) photo manipulation – in the garden –
To plant a garden is the beginning of hope and the discipline of care.
Its creation, begets creation.
Make no excuses for yourself
And never apologize
To those who hate themselves.
A bitter outcome
Dragging us
Into their drowning pool
Is inevitable.
But know this;
We have the power
To transform hate
If it has not fully consumed
Its host,
With love.
A strength that will try us
And kill us
Many times over.
Love
Is not easy.
In-camera multiple exposure photograph.
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