Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
if it’s just about the photography experience
There is a certain stubbornness in the air
Though sun falls faster and cold grabs the neck
In firm coercions to change, to die off a little
“Look, all the other trees have shed their coats
Why won’t you conform?
Go to sleep already”
Tree, so steady:
“Yet it is ninety degrees today
A time for basking and soaking
If I had legs, I’d go surfing
You may be around less
But this confusion
Does not come
Without a price
Soon enough.”
trees across the lake – Mission Trails, San Diego –
A gathering of crows is called a murder.
I wonder why. There are many explanations.
The eating of human flesh after a battle seems appropriate.
A group of rhinos – Crash.
Apes- Shrewdness…ok!
Alligators – Congregation…a Sunday morning ritual?
Lemurs – Conspiracy….(or is that just the theory?)
Composite stitching (multiple exposure photos). Available print: https://bluemarblephotography.smugmug.com/Composites/Birdscapes/i-7zjkvJt/A
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 rest
Is useless weight
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.
Something simple and lovely: https://www.facebook.com/mark.wade.902/videos/149766570684881
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 