Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
Install the attic fan
Take out the garbage cans
Set up the garden beds
Adjust the doors on the garden sheds
Fix the leak
By end of week
Remake cabinet doors
Finish out kitchen floors
Paint the baseboard trim
Fix the light so dim
STOP!
How ’bout maybe just make some simple photos.
That’ll do.
Two more weeks and I’m officially “retired.”
Pretty sure I will stil have plenty to do!
A few more:
There now. Much better.
The Rest
She waited with nary a flinch
Though, I could read her disappointment
“I think I’m back” I said
“We’ll see” she quipped
“We’ll see”
Stealing time….doing something selfishly regenerative is sometimes an absolute.
So with camera in hand, I got back to a concerted session. Hoping the clouds busted up to reveal the moon…and who knows what can happen?!
It was nice. All that light reading put me in a state.
A spin cycle set:
Here’s the full set:
I have a name that is meaningless to most
I am mostly invisible and can only be seen by those who are diligently searching
Once found, I can be disappointing
In order to see me fully you must freeze and perform a tedious, deductive search
To know me fully you must look at me over and over again in the same context
Then process what you see to reveal any detail
My poor wife
I am a comet
Photography can be about self exploration sometimes. This frame was a bit of a cold night effort, +50 frames made to render this mediocre result. It was just too cold for these old bones.
Even as retirement looms
Tension unabates
Everything is important
Costly
One mistake
Can ruin everything
Detail and compliance
Rule my life
A sense of hurtling
Through space
Its friction
Burning
Tearing through my space suit
This new place.
A walk behind the house
Up the side of the mountain
Signs
Reading “Property Boundary –
National Forest Behind This Sign”
It’s quiet here.
A bark in the distance
Children’s voices bounce endlessly
Across the vale
Ten weeks
And I hit the wall
Or
Fall off the cliff
Either way
It will be an adventure
In 1984 I started my glazing apprenticeship. The last 32+ years with the same company.
We have grown to a sizable concern, glazing many hospitals, universities and such.
April 1, 2023 will start a new chapter.
https://www.towerglass.com/
(Photograph -a sunset in Ramona CA)
We stand upon the precipice
A thousand story edifice
The constant threat
All comes to this
What shall I do with my day?
I have heard it said many times that photography is dead. Too many cameras. Too many photographers. Now, with AI, the human element of photography is superfluous. Humans are simply not needed any more for this endevor.
Perhaps.
This brings fear to the surface and it is only at the surface.
A photographer performs this for themselves first. It is cathartic. It is the challenge that brings us back. It is discovery that makes our pulse race. It is the satisfaction of story and message, nuance, detail and blur, color and tone, and the mastering of the sun’s energy that drives us.
Too many cameras? Too many photographers? Ok. Each have their own journey.
AI? Ok. Without photographers, AI would have no reference to make its art. Machine art. Souless, lifeless machine art. If that is what the masses want. So be it.
Photographers know each other and the shared struggle to create.
Machines, not so much.
A simple walk:
Birds on the trail
Mist in the Towers
Oak Among the Boulders
Wide is the Trail
Western Blues
Stay frosty, keep shooting
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 