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"Seismograph: Master, am I unstable?
Unstable, before creation you were!
Changeable, you have been!
Rickety, you are!
Shaky, you will unendingly be!"
Tonight I present a stream of consciousness exercise in linking three unrelated photos. Just for fun. To begin with, let's assume this bunny knows there is a cat in the neighborhood, which is why the bunny is running away.
Enter the cat. Perhaps thinking of bunny stew, and licking its chops at the thought. Unless the cat, seeing me there with my camera, is thinking about photographer stew.
The bird fits in because it is a CATbird, a natural segue. (If you're not sure how to pronounce "segue," here's a link:
dictionary.reference.com/browse/segue
The Catbird gets its name because it sounds like a cat mewing, but actually this bird makes a lot of other delightful sounds. Have a listen here:
www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Gray_Catbird/sounds
The other interesting characteristic of the Gray Catbird is the patch of rusty red feathers under its tail (the undertail coverts, as they say in the birding world). And perhaps this can link us back to the beginning, because we get to see the rear ends of both the rabbit and the bird. And that's the end of this tale, as well. Hope you've enjoyed it, and the photos too.
This was created via a comibination of touch-screen painting, manually mouse-controlled painting and the application of various filters in PS and through Nik Collection. The initial symmetrical image was created by hand through an Android phone app called Sketch. The general approach I took was to deconstruct the original symmetry in the image, hence I looked at this work as a sort of asymmetrical stream of consciousness exercise in abstract digital art. What I like about abstract art is that it combines intentional design and layout with a spontaneous approach that allows for intentional and experimental elements which build and meld organically into a framework woven by its own unique logic.
I have navigated my way through many ups and downs throughout my life - the coastal immersions of a Baptist minister's daughter, the craters of a teen mom, the peaks and valleys of a professional career, the shifting sands of grandmotherhood. Now I find myself on the edge of a landscape unmapped and unmarked by previous wanderings, though I've climbed down this cliff before. As before, I reorient, reevaluate, retie my shoes and move on.
Date: July 2020
Medium: Digital Photographs
Location: Santa Cruz, CA
Dimensions: 15" x 30"
© 2020 Tony DeVarco
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kind of disgusted at it as a piece of writing but its purpose is more so for chronicling what happened
- Max Eastman.
Since I have started to take bird photography seriously, I have noticed a pattern emerging regarding my encounters with different species of birds. It goes something like this, I will hear about or see a glimpse of a new bird for the first time and will become quite obsessive about it. I will scour ebird species reports, and we will travel to known locations without much luck. I might get some shots but usually not the special ones. Then while driving around or in one of our nearby parks, I will end up seeing the bird I was chasing after casually chilling. So far, this same pattern has happened with barred owls, eastern kingbirds, Cardinals, scissor-tails, orioles, etc.
It happened again last weekend. A couple of years ago, I saw a summer tanager sitting on a fence near our home on an evening walk. First, I dismissed it as a norther cardinal, but then it flew by me, and I noticed that the beak shape was different. Later I checked with ebird and realized it was a summer tanager. I saw one sitting on a distant tree at Holla Bend but only for a few seconds. Then last weekend happened, we decided to go out on a mid-day hike to a hiking trail nearby. We parked our car and started on the path, and suddenly I saw a flash of red, it was a bird, and he landed on a small tree right in front of me. It was a beautiful male summer tanager. I had a partially obstructed view from my position, so I had to move around, and I was terrified that the bird would fly away before I got a decent picture. This trail is a popular one, and the birds here seem to be tolerant of humans. So I was able to get quite close. The excitement of the encounter has still not worn off for me.
"Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans", I could not have said it anymore correct myself. I don't know if I should embrace the unexpectable turns of life and enjoy the roller-coaster I'm put in. I like to say I have a sleepy consciousness, I spend more time dreaming than living and I enjoy it. Torn between the idea of being present and visioning everything that will be.
I know what is best for me.
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who she is
you will never
guess
no she is not a man
in a woman's dress
she is real
i know her address
she is not a
blog goddess
or a princess
she is creative
poetic mystical
god has blessed
although
i have deleted
her from my fucked
consciousness
i cant get her
out of my mind
i must confess
once she loved
this cosmic poet
in a crazy dress
contributing
to his poetic
progress
but now she
has moved away
on her page
i am denied access
with her memories
i am obsessed
fucked
hard pressed
add as friend
i have sent her
a request
a blogger
who flew over
a cuckoos nest
on the soul of misery
a poet possessed
I regained consciousness several hours later. I was stiff, and sore all over. I probably wouldn't survive another 'interrogation'. I quickly dug myself out, and looked around the room. everything was as it had been left, with the exception of a bowl of gruel, with a metal spoon laying in the sand beside it. Small pits in the sand stood testament to the brief but intense action that had gone on. Never being one to be absentminded, I quickly investigated the curious object the chieftain had dropped. I brushed the sand away, revealing s small metal rectangle with a holoprojector screen on one side. I thumbed the activation button, and a holographic map of the ship appeared a few inches above the metal. This was a valuable asset, indeed! Now, to escape. I cracked open the back of my recorder, and pulled out the 'fine' tools inside. Among them were a few bent wires, and a small abrasive pad. I took the pad, and placed the wires in my pocket.
Now, Urag energy bar technology works in two phases; a powerful, searing setting that only comes on if the doorway motion sensors are tripped, and a low-power setting which would only kill given prolonged exposure. Knowing this, I set to work. Using the spoon, I scooped up decent amount of sand. Now, for the dangerous part. I placed the bowl of the spoon on one of the laser emitters, and waited. After several seconds, the sand began to glow a dull red, and then begin to melt. Using the wires, I carefully dragged the spoon off of the emitter, and let it cool for several minutes. I then repeated the process four more times, once for each bar. I then set to work with the abrasive. Several more hours later, I was rewarded with four crude lenses. I then placed one each on the emitters, dispersing the beams enough for me to escape.
Following the map, I made my way to the armory. Inside, I headed to the rack reserved for the Urag special forces.I donned the armor of a sniper, pausing only to observe the fully enclosed helmet. Satisfied that my disguise would be complete, I fit the telescoping mask over my head. While I was there, I found a real prize; an Urag Pulse sniper. These were some of the most lethal weapons I had encountered. With the Urag pulse technology, these snipers had nearly limitless range when compared to the human counterpart. Coupled with the rechargable energy drum, this rifle could fire thousands of rounds without reloading. Upon closer inspection, I learned that this really was a deluxe weapon; the drum, instead of a standard capacitor, was an experimental unit which dynamically charged from oxygen, with a process similar to photosynthesis. /Very/ nice. I had never had a chance to fire one, as they were equipped with a dead man switch which made them self-destruct when the user was killed. I picked it up, and began to head to the command center. As I left the armory, alarm klaxons began to ring. Maybe I would get a chance to fire the pulse rifle sooner rather than later...
and when the paparazzi finds out that you're awake, alert, and orientated and wants to interview you (without food in your mouth).
(according to the world of Cupcake)
Consciousness, Attitude. Engagement.....all this on behalf of the environmental preservation that makes us alive. Cambára do Sul, RS, Brazil
consciousness of the loop.
inspired by the words we've exchange with my friend karim.
P E A C E
Remed
People are unique. and each new person in front of you can be like a passage into the unknown. In druvnosti many people believed that the tunnels and gates is something like portals. You enter from one world to another and leave. somehow they're right. but it's just in our minds
www.instagram.com/lightcrafter.artistry
Few things fascinate me more than consciousness. But what exactly is this subjective state of self-awareness that we call consciousness? Is the deepest part of what makes you You simply a product of matter? Is the material brain responsible for creating consciousness? Is there something immaterial, a soul, for example, that fundamentally makes us who we really are? Does consciousness tap into higher realities? What makes you You, and why?
All images © 2017 Daniel Kessel.
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Kitsch. Tackiness. History. Fun. Adventure! Photos.
Route 66. The ‘Mother Road’. The mother-effing road of no less than our collective consciousness.
And I mean that in an awe-struck way.
An old, blind-in-one-eye Bloodhound, contentedly basking in the sun… a white, weather-worn porch swing creaking slowly in a gentle breeze… an occasional, barely detectable scent of Lilac in the air? Or, maybe that’s just a memory…
Route 66 is the sciatic nerve that traverses The Human Condition.
Do you see it? Can you see it?? Come, let me show you.
Welcome to Americana. Please drive slowly.
There is another, much more enormous, tree over Ripley creek and I got onto the base of it for this shot upstream. It's on a relatively high part of the bank so the camera ends up about 12 feet off the ground for a really expansive view.
Being a photographer comes first from your state of mind and perceiving the world around you with a high level of consciousness. The world is our canvas. :)
Wishing you all a wonderful weekend! Last weekend before Christmas...get that shopping done! :)
©2010 LKG Photography
Excerpt from evergreen.ca:
Watersheds are areas where all waters drain to a common body of water. “Where is your watershed address?” is the question this installation asks, as it depicts the rivers that flow through city and raises awareness about our extensive ravine system.
Toronto’s largest living map; Watershed Consciousness is a living work that looks and behaves differently in each season and responds to the changing conditions of its environment.