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.



For the Joy

Response to recent discussions involving the artistic approach, staying true to your walk and the value, or perceived worthlessness of an artist’s efforts.

We question and agonize,
Over detail, workflow and philosophy.
Am I honest?
Will they catch an error?
Are my intentions acceptable?
Is this plagiarizing?
Or worse,
Why is there no response?

Is this work futile?
Is my messaging too cryptic?
I love this piece,
It brings me peace.
It tells the world
That things get whirled.

It is my child
Born of the wild.
Yes, yes, that’s it.
I remember.
The process.
The drive to go.
To set up and execute
All those things
I have been training for.

And when I’m out
Out and about.
Communing here
Observing there.
Gaining insights
To life and beauty.
And walking away,
Filled.

With Joy.

Yes, that’s it.


the prompt:

Freedom to Create

thank you Alex


Small Obsession

If not for the sake of the journey
There is little to be found in the exercise
Of expanding the mind artistically

What would be most difficult
Becomes a perceived mountain to climb

And when it becomes apparent 
That perfection is a lie
We search for the next mountain to climb

What will we find next?

Are muses real?  They haunt, taunt and flaunt. Revealing my weaknesses like a storefront mannequin.
I don’t believe anything I just wrote. Do I? 

Homecoming

Relative quiet is the harbor
Away from heightened awareness
Every muscle
Is on alert
Ready to shift
To a world of constant change

No one speaks
Amid the waft of
Cigarettes and overcooked coffee
Diesel and motor-drone give way
Stow the gear
Complete the logs

Anticipation whelms every thought
Dispatch the catch
A good haul, at the right price
Tonight’s dinner eaten at a table
That does not move
The mind continues to pitch and roll



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