It’s ironic The nearest nature refuge Has a freeway running through it
Humans in a hurry Making background audio For the freeway on the lake
Yes, I am obsessed with this project….fourteen years and running at this location. At some point, I might make all the work I can discover and will shift my focus.
Walking near dead grass, dust from the trail speaks a language of ages. Sage and buckwheat shout the joy of summer’s calling. This year, it will be short, but splendor will splash the air.
Bees frantically work, supporting the hive. Descending into enchanted realms. Local universes. Do they worry or fret? Counting flowers and days without rain.
Those things, considered “dead.” Speak loudest of all. About days gone by. Three weeks of glory for some. Others, like the oak, masters of maternal care. Spent years of reliable service. Never wavering. Strong, sure and fast. Shading rabbit and coyote alike. Their roots, were once alive with the harmonics of the beating heart called earth. Now waiting patiently. For rebirth.
Had to do a little impression work yesterday. Photos are edited for contrast. Russian 44-2 Modified Lens.
Make no excuses for yourself And never apologize To those who hate themselves. A bitter outcome Dragging us Into their drowning pool Is inevitable.
But know this; We have the power To transform hate If it has not fully consumed Its host, With love. A strength that will try us And kill us Many times over.
Everyone loves us Look at what we like Measured importance
We’re so famous But no one tells us Just look at what we like!
Our taste is impeccable It make us famous But no one tells us
Come to my house Electronically We’ll collaborate
Our fame is evidenced A few clicks In the search engine
Mind your SEO Like mowing the lawn Weed and feed
About living the binary life online….a bit of silliness I guess. Have we become television? Hyper edited architectural photos – UCSD Live and Learn campus.