A knock at the door It’s a cool night come calling Rustling of leaves Signals remembrance Now at day’s early slumber Perhaps I can again visit those murmurations Most enchanting.
The newly planted winter garden promises growth that has become impossible in the summer heat. Lettuces and such love this cooler weather. Once again I will traverse to the lake where my little blackbirds swing and sway to the light of the moon. It has been a long two weeks in our home. The virus which shall not be named visited us. It has left, but its mark remains on some of us (no taste, tired) . I was fortunate with minimal symptoms. Tomorrow I’m back to work. Multiple exposures from 2018
“In My Little Town, I never meant nothin’, I was just my father’s son” (Paul Simon)
….and when I grew up I realized that the thoughts of men Cannot make us who we are Nor can they remove the good we do with sincere hearts It is only the small among us Who find fault with good things
Thoughts do not carry the load Words, no matter how harmful Float away on the lightest of breezes
And when the fires come The measure of a soul Will be found in the kindness Afforded to others
The earth was flat When the moon landing hoax took place No stars can be seen Neil. All the evidence I need.
As is the case with so many things, when humans don’t understand something. We use our limited reasoning power to restructure puzzle pieces to fit within our frame. It keeps us comfortable. Keeping a true “open mind” sometimes means the top of our heads remain off regardless of how much it hurts. Right now we are all thinking of the “other guy” who needs this advice. The ironiest of ironies. NOTE: The absence of “stars” in the moon landing photos has more to do with the limited nature of cameras. It is not evidence of stars not being there (like on a stage). Ansel Adam’s “expose for the highlights” means maintain editable information for your brightest light source within the frame. The strongest light value on the moon IS the moon’s surface which means muted values of stars will not be picked up. It has nothing to do with stops or shutter. It is simply the limitation of the camera.
In general. Nothing changes. Everything changes. Everything stays the same. Nothing stays the same. Everything happens for a reason. Except time and chance.
Since May, I’ve lost most of the mobility in my right arm. “Frozen shoulder” they call it, with rotator cuff issues. The pain teaches me limitations. Limitations are ignored while sleeping, so in pain I wake up throughout the night. The evidence of most painkillers’ association with memory/cognitive decline keeps me away from those. So, it’s ginger tea or turmeric. Physical therapy is “thawing” out the issue. My Orthopedic Doc will likely shoot me up with cortisone to speed up the process. With that, I recognize what a blessed world I live in. I get to go see doctors who will help me. We see a disease that would have killed countless millions 100 years ago and we fight it. There seems to be an “expectation of perfection” in society these days, from all sides. All of us are fallible and yet sides are drawn? Like it or not, we are not divided. My body is made from the same earth/cosmos born material as everyone elses. We all share this. We all share the same moon. We are all part of the same river. The water in our bodies once supported fish in a great ocean. Like it or not, we are all one.
Studio Dumping: After years of exhibitions, it’s time to clear out the studio. These prints are poster mounted to keep costs down to move them out of the studio. Drop me a line if interested.