Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
if it’s just about the photography experience
Understand how the camera works.
Understand ALL the possibilities.
Understand the rules.
Then go and make whatever the mind can imagine with these tools.
Push the camera to its limits.
Reveal all the possibilities.
Break all the rules if you have to. Make new rules.
It appears calm
The surface nearly flat
Yet those small ripples…waves
Belie a boiling unseen
In my dreams of unrest
Uncertainty
Waves crash overhead
Control completely lost
No longer a man
In this dream
I am a boy
Thrown about
Away
Reduced to flotsam
Bound to continuous churning
Without escape
Save the awakening
It has been some time since I’ve experienced this dream. It started as a recurring lucid dream in my childhood soon after my parents divorced and split the family. It is interesting that the affects one event will manifest itself in our subconscious looking for resolution.
(Photo – Coronado, CA – Full Edit Manipulation in TOPAZ)
The moon.
Somethin’ about it.
Drives me crazy.
Looking for it.
Waiting for it.
Much of my photographic work includes the moon in its different phases.
This video depicts some of that work along with Debussy’s Claire de Lune played by Simone Renzi.
Mud on my shoes
In my blood
Smell the dirt
Forgotten memories
The warmth
Of my mother’s placenta
Rivers surge
Make smooth the hardest of rock
Constant rhythmic pounding
Pushed by a forceful heart
Driven to the sea
The big stew
How foolish
To wake up
Thinking
For one nano-second
This is a place to visit
When…
I am the mud
I am the river, the rock
A speck
In the big stew
“Hiking Notes”
The sounds of clamoring birds and coyote.
Trees struggle against the wind.
What little heat that has been absorbed
Flies away, creating an uneasy updraft.
I love this little spot of water.
It used to be a seasonal river.
Utilized by natives and nature’s children.
Progress found it a good site.
For money making.
Sand pits. Dredged by machines.
Concrete mix, trucks and bulldozers.
And when it was time to leave it.
Someone said, “we’ll leave the lake intact”.
Dress it up with liquid amber and oak.
Eventually, it became a reserve.
Where humans are considered the intruder.
Stay on the trails.
Leave the coyote and cougar alone.
I hear those machines.
Like songs from above.
The silent sound of warriors hunting game.
Girls crushing seeds in rock depressions
They speak to me
These spirits of former days
I try my best
To listen
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