And I Thought

There comes a time
To question shadows
And thank the darkness.

How else will we appreciate
The light of day?

Revelations
Are sweet and liberating.
Releasing ourselves
From our own ignorance.
They are self-critical
And beloved
For they make us whole.

I have concluded
That perfect expectation is appropriate
For know-it-alls
And for the lazy
Who are not willing to work
Too petrified to morph.

Selfishness is a poison
Its bitter jaundice
Evidenced in our masks
Stunting our growth
Imprisoning us
In cells
Of our own doing

multiple exposure photograph –
Early in my photographic walk, I learned that the darkness is a friend to imaging. These other things I learned in my youth and onward, realizing the world does not revolve around me and sometimes I have to just let go of the negative. Building a positive life does not always mean what we think it should mean or look like sometimes. Coming to terms with that will liberate the soul.
I practice Christianity, however I do not talk much about it here. That world view has fixed my perspectives. It is a place to start, and to end.

A Place to Dock

The sea is unforgiving and relentless
We do not belong on her body
Yet we venture out every day
Looking for value and adventure.

She reminds us we do not belong
Pitch and roll is her answer
To our curiosity.
Only time will train us
A sense of a new normal.

It is a price to pay
For living in places
We do not belong
But we are motivated
To master.

Approaching land
Legs, arms
Begin to rejoice.

The dock sighted
Another beginning
Of the old
New normal

photograph “Sailor’s Dock” – Lensbaby Zoneplate Optic

It’s a Big Sky

My daughter
It is good to see you fly

Against the wind
You have learned this skill.
Many have tried
To ground you
Pulling feathers
As they retreat.

Cowards

I am friends with midnight,
Knowing its darkness
Has come for you
And each night
I died many deaths
Knowing the confusion
That was defining your life.

We were helpless
Watching this tragic play.
Yet, not hopeless.
Wings grow strong.
Watching you run
Broad wings strengthened
Lifting our beloved.

Above it you soar.
And those below
Take note.
A measure of pride.
Or, a measure of shame.
Recompense
Of earned scars.


Afterlight

When the sun goes down
There is an afterlight
Within the context of the artist
It is something to be pursued

We chase
After light

Not be confused
With afterlight
A relatively young word
At 215 years

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oils on canvas 16″x20″ “Twilight”

One More Round

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.

My distractions were so strong that I uploaded very little new work to my print site!
https://bluemarblephotography.smugmug.com/

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!