All activity had ended.
There were no more murmurations.
Even the swallows and ducks had called it a day.
A sure sign that all was finished.
Even the sun had all but left the building.
There were two exposures already cooking in my camera.
I let the camera rest, strapped to my neck.
Ready to let the shot remain unfinished.
Then out of my periphery…movement beyond the trees.
A six foot giant….or great egret.
He was tired, and he ignored me.
His glide path was sure to bring him into view.
Snatching the camera up to my eye, I focused.
I was using a manual focus Lensbaby, so getting him in the correct plane was imperative.
His glide was so slow that I had enough time.
Focused, metered, placed in the negative space of the composition.
Sometimes these things work.
“Come visit me” she whispered and tugged.
“Come walk along my shores,
Stand on my cliffs
Listen to my song.
I never stop singing, you know.”
So I did. We all did.
And were better for it.
Hey! Oh, it’s you. Whadda ya doin?
Can’t a guy get a bite around here without someone buttin’ in? How’d you like it if I walked up to your dinner table a took a picture of you while you were eating? Sheesh! The nerve of some people.
Hey was that you on the trail I jumped in front of a couple of weeks ago? Startled you didn’t I? Serves you right. I was trackin’ a rabbit dinner ’til you came along and scared it off.
It’s like playing a musical instrument.
Holding it firmly, like deadly weapon
An extension of the arms
Connected to the brain
Connected to the heart
Connected to the eye
Reality melts away
Like it was never there
Reality is now foolishness
Logic dies quickly, quietly
The eye looks at all conditions
Color over there
Greater values to be had
Two miles away
At the forefront
Thought walks away
Let’s instinct in the door
And speak to hands
Hands obey in the frenzied moment
Before it all changes
I have been practicing this obscene bastardized form of photography for about twelve years and it won’t leave me alone. It is not considered valid by most traditionalists and is discounted as “Photoshop” (veiled insult). This piece is a manipulation (contains a second photo layer) so in that sense it is “Photoshop”. The base photograph is (10) exposures onto one frame.
My critics’ jabs would carry weight if I saw how easy it would be for them to make a similar image using the same techniques. Even if that were so, I would still refuse to allow any voice to interrupt the creative processes that have now become compulsion.
None can prepare
For journey’s ill circumstance
Surrounded by many such dangers
Today’s rain ceased
It’s transforming force
Clouds cry out quietly as they break
Like floating turtles
A welcomed force rears up
Its energy radiant away from ninety-three million miles
Frees the once oppressive transformation
And, with its goodness
Becomes the new oppressor
(Stay strong, be good, be ready)