Dismantling art
Into mathematical equations
Waking in the middle of the night
With numbers exploding mercilessly
With the chaos of fireworks
Settling with predictive order
multiple exposures
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
if it’s just about the photography experience

Dismantling art
Into mathematical equations
Waking in the middle of the night
With numbers exploding mercilessly
With the chaos of fireworks
Settling with predictive order
multiple exposures

There was something eluding the finality of the day.
An uneasiness tugging at the back of the brain
It kept me searching for answers
In places where answers had already fled.
Maybe there aren’t any answers
I could stop the questions
And free myself
A hawk flew by
His mate crying out
Completing rituals of eternity
I pointed my camera
To the distant ridge
And it made a story
Of the everyday
Night’s love affair with day
When for a brief moment
They could bleed together
As one

It’s always an interesting exercise to review the work from the previous year. It’s sort of a snapshot of the previous 12 months and reveals how much effort was put into the craft.
As expected, my photographic output was “less than usual”. That happens when artistic efforts are divided among other mediums.
Still, 2019 was a year dedicated to returning to older habits that have suffered over the last four years. Most specifically, just getting out there to make photographs.
Here are some one-second snippets from last year:

Driven by hunger
Her pups hidden away
Out of sight
I followed her at a distance
Thinking I was being respectful
But she didn’t care
Joggers and walkers
Came within her comfort zone
But she didn’t care
Driven by hunger
She hunted
With relentless determination
An ear would perk
Turning her body
A slow approach
Zeroing in
Crouching
Leaping
Killing
Eating
Repeat
Focused

We all have
Holes in our socks.
How else
Would we put them on?