For the day at hand, no polemic, no politics, no studied responses. Just…these…
Category: Photography
Petals
For whatever reason, this spring we’ve had some very cool blossoms int he yard, all seeming to know how to pose. For myself, I’ve bestirred my bones to take the camera out early to capture the light through textured membranes and…
April Morning
I went outside this morning and found one of those scintillant ‘scapes after a rain that seem to just glow. So, since it’s time for new images anyway…
21st Century Noodling
So, yeah, I finally broke down and got a cell phone. No, you can’t have the number. A variety of things necessitated this move. It’s a necessity, not a toy.
But one should always be aware of how such things can be retasked as toys. For instance, I now have a camera with me pretty much all the time. Below are a pair of pics from the new phone. Enjoy.
Duck and Cover
Wandering On A Thursday Morning
Feeling a bit abstracted and commentative this morning. Politics is depressing and energizing at the same time, did you ever notice that? The devouring of the corpus publius…
So photographs.
Wandering the streets, trying to fit what was with what is, seeing the skeleton of what you used to know beneath the layered detritus of the now. I see the same things but they no longer register the same way. Is this, perhaps, nostalgia, intense homesickness, nosta—homecoming—algia—pain?
The past is there, but I am not. I can only note what it once was, testify where it had been, validate the now because the scaffolding of then holds it up.
Or maybe I’m just tired.
We are a pattern-anticipating sensate creature. Where the patterns mean nothing we can oblige the emptiness by bringing our own meanings and applying them. It’s as pleasant a pasttime as any other, until we begin believing our own significations to the detriment of the previous occupants. Even knowing the traps, we can’t help it. We want to, and sometimes we do, but more often we just think we do. Know, that is. The inability to accept the process leads to tight spaces with no room to maneuver. Squeezes our expectations all out of true.
The patterns persist even when the desires change. If we appreciated them for what they are and resisted the urge to impose our own hungers on them, we might find what we need and feel better about it in the process.
But what do I know? I’m just a science fiction writer who takes pictures.
Hope you have a fine day.
Time For A New Picture
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Because it’s the end of January and I have too much fiction to do right now to take the time for another long post about anything, so…
Besides, I haven’t done one in a while.
Horses
I’m still fiddling with the new software. This is an older image on which I did a little new work. Because I am itching to make some intemperate remarks on the current political scene, some of which would likely be ill-considered and of dubious utility, I’m doing this instead, because…well…I can.
More Fall
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A few new photographs. I’m still learning the new software (changed from Photoshop to Gimp) and shaking out some wrinkles. I’m still a ways from getting this one under as control as the Photoshop, but it’s coming along, so I thought I’d share some new results.
This Doesn’t Happen Every Day
Ethan Hawke has a new book out. Yes, that Ethan Hawke. And this Saturday past he stopped at Left Bank Books to sign copies of it. On top of it being Small Business Saturday, it was a rather intense day, and to have this cap it off was…very cool.
One more, just because I think it’s a cool image.
