Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
if it’s just about the photography experience
To be specific
It’s the Pacific
That’s terrific
All photographs require “pre-visualization”.
Polar Coordinates is an action performed in Photoshop to create “tiny worlds”. In this case, I use the inexpensive Elements version. It requires a little clean up and manipulation….but is a bunch of fun, and mind bending results sometimes.
Love has no meaning
In the hands
Of selfish children
It is a word
Without foundation
Free falling
To inevitable doom
When the atomic bomb fell
We said our goodbyes
Full of holes
And lies
Watching everything burn
The flames
Ripped breath and lung
We were free diving deep
Into the abyss
Then in mid ascent
Realizing
There’s not enough
To make it
To the top
There’s simply
Not enough
Air,
Freedom, identity, self-worth
Love
This is where I go
When the world goes mad
Everyone telling me
I must choose a side now
I must pass judgment now
Every man
Is my brother
Good, or not good
I mourn my brothers
Whose lives are so broken
That they find themselves
Forcefully subdued
I mourn my brothers
That find themselves
Bestowed with power
Beyond their control
I find mourning much more pragmatic than picking, or making a side, which will ultimately yield nothing of value. It requires circumspection, introspection, and a willingness to suffer at the hand of all truths.
However, as long as I have lived, and from what I’ve witnessed, mankind simply lacks the wherewithal to make this the standard.
Seemingly, we just want vengeance, dressed up in all sorts packages. That approach will never address the core problems. When will we learn?
audio accompaniment: “44444”
Finally.
We walked in your forest
And were transported
Absorbed
By the language
Spoken between tree and root
To a place
Found only in the mind.
I stopped to weep.
At the bridge
Tears of joy
Fell into the river.
Drops united
Flowing to the sea
Finding
The great expanse
“We mustn’t stop,
It is forbidden”
“Go ahead,” I said.
“This is my place.”
They were coming for me
Masks revealing only their eyes
I removed my covering
Breathed deep and long
Atom by atom
Evaporating
Into the pink fog
I went for a walk in my favorite forest on Monday. It’s ok to walk, but no stopping? No meditation? No appreciation for the connectedness of nature?
Put me in jail if you must, but I refuse to “visit” a place I call home.
multiple exposure photograph with birds added (manipulation) – I wanted to make a square, but it just wouldn’t work
Honestly, I’m not sure
What to think
Of these days of uncertainty
As if uncertainty
Was never a part of our living
And dying
Are we so much wiser
Being able to see the unseeable
Panic filling our hearts
Pretending
To stave off the inevitable
Knowledge enough
To hide like mice?
We ask ourselves
Is it enough to be alive
While not living
By what measure
Will one consider
Infinity
Coming to that final conclusion
That realization of consciousness
That those things we can control
Should never
Control us?
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