Endurance

Sometimes the journey takes us over seemingly endless waters.
Just keep pushing.

It’s been awhile since I’ve uploaded to my print site….this one was added yesterday.

Endurance

I think I’ve used this title already.
It’s ok. 
It’s like having two children with the same name. It will be just a little awkward sometimes…

The day was very non-cooperative when I made this….
No clouds…so I turned and used some reflections coming off the river behind me. I couldn’t represent the river for this piece. So I apologized for appropriating its tonal values. “Look”, I said,”it’s nothing personal. Your ripples and such are fine, but that’s not needed right now. But your light refraction is spot on!
Moon has fully cooperated and allowed me to bring her down to the fake horizon. Actually, there’s not a horizon there….it’s just the way our minds complete things. It’s Tom Foolery I suppose. So are we good?”
She said, “what’s light refraction?”

multiple exposures in camera

One another note….my second “Dream Sequence” ambient music video is well on its way….should be finished in couple of weeks. It will feature a compilation of all my butterfly cuts and some ambient music. Here is a WIP view.

Sittin’ On A Fence

Sittin’ on a fence
‘Cause I couldn’t decide
Should I travel through the portal
To the other side?

There ain’t much here
‘Cept this fence and me
A coupl-a bushes
A coupl-a trees

And they’re boring!
So boring.
Never talk, nope, they never talk.
They never laugh or sing either!
Just get pushed ’round by the breeze.
That’s all….just sorta hmmmmm
And hmmmmm…or swoosh swoosh swoosh
Like that.

I don’t know why I stay here!
I should just fly through that portal
And find a rEAl AdveTuRe!

That’s what I should do.



Quiet One

“You need to watch out for the quiet ones.”
That’s what they say.
For fear of some dreaded, hidden rage

You never know when that can manifest itself.

People who live inside the self,
Trust few and mull over concealed truths.
Are not a fearful lot.
Careful. But not to be feared.

Their life journey has taken them to the edge,
Sometimes over the edge.
Feeling the weight of pain guards their steps.
Insights are their companion…like the lifelong pain of a broken bone.
Reminders of foolish mistakes.

One quiet fool who lashes out, does not make the whole.

So Many Stars

We try beyond our limits
To drown out the stars
Our little lights beaming back messages
Look at our significance!

Stars scurry into hiding
Without fear of self-worth
Without care or interest
But full of curiosity

They ask moon,
Who is this?
Are not our lights
Sufficient for them?

Moon laughs.
“You know, we used to be.
Now, some have never seen our true glory.
And when they do, they are forever changed.
They do not deserve our scorn,
Or pity.
They will be ok.
Give them time,
They are new at this.”

I grew up in the suburbs of LA and have always lived with the veil of human generated light blocking out our wonderful universe and its personal messages. There is much to learn in the places that reveal our true existence. Just by being quiet, watching a shooting star or distant satellite, we learn a little about our reality. The perspective of the totality of our being within this beautiful cosmos should motivate us to a tearful joy.
Celebrate your place in this universe.