Category: photography

if it’s just about the photography experience

Changed

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Traffic billows
Clouds of disagreement
Heat rising from its midnight
Fumaroles to be embraced
While slowly killing us

This short journey quickly ends
Beyond the bounds
Of the enchanted forest
Where I will be changed again
To a time when everything was wonder

The door slams
Feet hit the pavement
And time begins to slow
A swirl of life
Circles about my head

Men and women in spandex
Bicycle to conquer
Run to escape and to find
Newer selves
Changed in heaving breaths
Pushing out the old self

Beyond the fumaroles
Lies the path
That will swallow me whole
And without a sound
Will make me a child again

When I started making photographs, I rediscovered the child in me. Easily impressed with life forms….like the simple guppy. A few days ago I witnessed a hummingbird courting his mate. He flew high and hovered, then swooshed down. During his upturn, his tail feathers made a “chirp” sound. A physical manifestation created at almost 9G’s of force. The forest is full of stories like that.

Into the Sun

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The path to your house
Well worn
Tamped down
By rabbit and wolf
Compels the feet
Step lightly
Swiftly

The journey
Stretched long
Like the tanning
Of the rattler
Bites relentlessly
That beautiful poison
Of anticipation

It’s that moment
When eyes meet
The relief
When held tight
To die wonderfully
Of days past


It’s All Energy

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This started as an opinion piece.

I changed my mind.

Suffice it to say that I love making photographs.
After years of looking to see every scene as a potential to a larger end (composition-wise), I have to say that there is no end to this for me. If the moon is in the wrong place for a composition, I will move it. If I need a spot of color found in the sunset in front of a tree or mountain, I will move it.

The camera makes light a willing participant who is just as happy to come along for the ride, as I am to bring it. Sometimes light will cooperate. Other times I must argue with it to get my way. Sometimes, many times, light tells me to re-think things for a better outcome.

No failures, just learning, always learning.

Discovery

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Oh, I suppose it means to uncover something.
Something that was there you just didn’t know it was there.
There is something pleasant about a black bird.
Black bird won’t let you visit unless you come in close.
Close enough to see feather and catch-light eyes.
Eyes are always looking to assign names.
Names help us to tell everyone.
Everyone! Look what I found!

Multiple exposures, multiple layer composite/manipulation impression.
Inspired by a lovely book I recently read a couple of times.