We live at the bottom of the mountain Demons in our living rooms Dining with us They push our carts at the grocery store
They enter the soul And blindfold our eyes So we may watch television The ultimate brain wash Cleaning out all those nasty thoughts With the broom of dissatisfaction
Never enough, Of anything Including self worth A perverted truth be told That bleeds From seductive tongues
So we must prove ourselves And look to the mountain For worth and achievement It mustn’t be the mountain in our village. No We must climb the highest peak To be worthy
Embarking on our quest We make the journey alone Oxygen bottles and Sherpas Lie frozen dead on the trail And they build our camp So we can sleep on the ground And impress ourselves With our own bravery
Finally We reach the pinnacle After many days of hardship Alone, we have mastered our own destiny We view all we have conquered And feel the rush Of accomplishment
Surveying our world The wind singing its notes of approval We meet eyes with the Sherpas Their ruddy skin eating the wind for breakfast They smile and raise their hands in celebration And fill us in this singular moment
With so much more speed We find ourselves back home At the bottom of the mountain In our living rooms Changed little Save for the mountain top selfie Hanging on the wall
Alone at the top.
Accomplishment is rarely achieved without a support system. (2) multiple exposure photographs stitched for a wider view
A little photography stuff. No poetry in this entry….just a head’s up.
No, not back to work in my office. I do go to the office when efficiency is paramount. I’m talking about getting back to work creatively. Covid has slapped us around for six months and put us in our own little jails for that time. My priorities changed drastically and the time typically spent creating was relegated to new responsibilities. Initially, getting out to make (art) work became arduous. Now, after these six months, I’ve been able to streamline those new responsibilities and my focus is turning to those creative pangs that have been stifled. I’ve made it out the last two days in spite of the near 100 degree heat (f). I made a decision to bring one camera and one lens…..that’s it, not even a camera bag. For this trip I brought the Nikon 60mm 2.8D Micro. Here are some of the results and my impression of this lens: The cover photo “Rock Fall” was made on the trail in a spot where the light falls wonderfully. It depicts the capability of this lens in its “normal” mode. The rest are close focus pieces.
This legacy lens is fast and sharp. It works well on my D750. Unfortunately, auto focus does not work with the newer mirrorless Z bodies (FTZ adapter). The lens overall is fun in that it allows a micro view if the photographer decides to grab a close view of something interesting. One of the downsides includes an inner barrel focus. While focusing, the barrel extends out. I’m ok with it, but prefer not to have this type of function. The barrel becomes a point of concern with dust etc. Anything that falls on the barrel while extended may end up inside the lens or may gum up usability. The other thing to consider for very close focus is that the stop will change from 2.8 to 3.5. This is typically not an issue since macro results fare better stopped down and with flash. With this exercise, I use available light, and I want 2.8. Not too big of a deal overall.
One of my favorite photographic spots from 2012. It still is a favorite. I’m pretty sure it still is. It is now a forbidden zone. It’s a dystopian nightmare, when people with power, so utterly gripped by fear who lead through fear bear down on the masses with ridiculous decisions. I miss this place terribly, there is a hole in my heart.
To anyone who reads this, Happy New Year! An interesting sentiment….very human. We like to take note of any occasion, and if we get to greet one another with positive vibes, that’s even better.
Every year is dotted with a mix of trials and overcoming trials. Things accomplished, things left undone. Victory(s) and failure(s). We look in retrospect and decide to make or remake goals.
In November 2018, I decided to gather all of my physical work together. The goal was to finish them and get rid of them. A “cleaning house” move. I completely failed for many reasons. Most notably, I became distracted in paths that require too much time. Video creation. Yup, I love making videos and to do it correctly, it sucks up time. Watch movie credits at the end of a simple presentation (without CGI or special effects) and the list is very long.
I’ve realized over the years, failure is not a negative experience unless nothing is learned from it. So what did I learn? As much as I love making videos, I must continue in a much more disciplined pattern. Return to the plan. Finish my works, sell them, give them away, and move forward.
Because we have seasons, we know something is happening. We can look at the stars and the moon and know changes are occurring. If this was not the case, then when would we decide to be resolute about something?
Perhaps, when the sun is going down, and the colors of the evening are exploding and beckoning. When it is relatively quiet and instead of harried photo making, I just stop and take in the moment to have the moment move through me. Looking down from the clouds, I can see the clutter in my paths. From there I can make plans.
Close some doors, ignore those rooms and clean up one at a time. Happy new year everyone!