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Photo captured at a cattle ranch alongside Old Samoa Road. City of Arcata. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
Photo of the King Range captured along the Lost Coast via Mattole Road. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
Photo captured at the Vista Point at Junctions California 92 and 35 in San Mateo County. Early January 2013.
Black and White photo of Big Lagoon, looking east, captured on the Big Lagoon Bridge on U.S. Highway 101, the Redwood Highway, in the census-designated place of Big Lagoon. Humboldt County. Early September 2013.
This barn was built in the 1920s and in 1988, the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service purchased this property which was formally known as the McBride Ranch. On behalf of the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, this purchase allowed the present day refuge to triple in size and to establish the Salmon Creek Unit. The Refuge, since acquiring this additional property, has worked to restore was was mainly once pastureland to an eclectic mosaic of habitats for the fish and wildlife of the Humboldt Bay. Photo captured at the Humboldt Bay National Wildlife Refuge near the town of Loleta. Humboldt County. Early March 2013.
Photo captured at the Vista Point at Junctions California 92 and 35 in San Mateo County. Early January 2013.
The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain /
Incestuous and vain, and many other last names / I look at my watch it say 9:25 and I think "Oh God I'm still alive"
David Bowie
Photo captured via Nikon 50mm f/1.8 D AF Nikkor lens from Samoa Beach in the census-designated place of Samoa. Humboldt County. Early October 2013.
Photo captured near the Modoc National Forest on Highway 139 in Modoc County. "State of Jefferson." Late February 2013.
Foggy this morning as I got up to pack, there is lots of water in the gulf in Florida, but it does not look like the ponds in the late fall in Indiana.
My photographic style is about to change, hopefully the quality won't take long to improve.
Photo captured alongside the El Sur Ranch on the Old Coast Road in Big Sur. Monterey County. Mid April 2013.
A tortuous night of self-reflection and discovery for Rae and her friends. The last time they were together, a muslim child was left disfigured by a fire. One of them started it; they all have motives, they all have excuses. Secrets are spilled and one thing becomes clear…for these young people, adults and a flawed society are the root of all evil.
Presented by Salford Arts Theatre's Young Performers Company.
For more details visit www.greatermanchesterfringe.co.uk
Another day,
Dull like a rounded pencil point.
Sequestered to a foggy existence.
Today.
What is wrong with me?
Maybe nothing. Maybe,
Something is just going on,
With no name…
Yet.
Maybe it just Is,
The bottom of a cycle
Winter instead of Spring.
So that we can remember
To appreciate,
The times when it is so easy,
We just reach out our hand
And catch whatever the Universe wants to express.
And then we do it,
On behalf of the Universe.
But today, hibernating.
Hanging out in a funk
But I show up still
Do my routine
Make peace with my state
Let it run its course.
And take comfort in knowing
It will End. It All Will End.
To see the original post: kneverkneverland.com/2013/03/27/peace-in-the-storm/
Photo captured near the town of Point Arena and near the Point Arena Lighthouse Station. Mendocino County. Late March 2013.
Photo captured via Nikon 50mm f/1.8 D AF Nikkor lens at the Freshwater Lagoon. Humboldt Lagoons State Park. Humboldt County. Early September 2013.
A wonderful day to not only enjoy the scenery before your very eyes and soul, but also to dial the necessary parameters on your camera and forever treasure that particular moment in time. Photo of False Klamath Cove captured off U.S. Highway 101, the Redwood Highway, in the town of Klamath. Del Norte County. "State of Jefferson." Early August 2013.
Photo captured via Nikon 50mm f/1.8 D AF Nikkor lens, looking west towards the Pacific Ocean (which is on the other side of the thin strip of land and on the other side of the trees), captured on the Big Lagoon Bridge on U.S. Highway 101, the Redwood Highway, in the census-designated place of Big Lagoon. Humboldt County. Early October 2013.
Photo captured at the Vista Point at Junctions California 92 and 35 in San Mateo County. Early 2013.
Photo of Mount Shasta captured from the Shasta Valley Vista Point on Interstate 5. North of Yreka in Siskiyou County. Early January 2013.
Photo captured along the beach at Ma-Le'L Dunes in the census-designated place of Manila. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
The Great Blue Heron holds special meaning in Native medicine, where it represents self-reflection:
As it stands very still in the water, it sends reflections of itself to itself, providing insight into one’s unique purpose in life, mirroring ‘what is’, and inviting quests for understanding how its own path fits within the whole.
The heron symbolizes the journey of self-realization, beginning with the development of the skills to build inner strength and achieve certainty of purpose, the courage to delve deep, and the resulting joy of discovery - of awakening.
Photo captured while driving towards U.S. Highway 101, past post-mile marker 95.50 on Highway 1, the Shoreline Highway, near Leggett. Mendocino County. Late March 2013.
Photo of the rugged Santa Lucia Mountains captured alongside the El Sur Ranch on the Old Coast Road in Big Sur. Monterey County. Mid April 2013.
"The apocalypse is finished, today it is the precession of the neutral, of forms of the neutral and of indifference...all that remains, is the fascination for desertlike and indifferent forms, for the very operation of the system that annihilates us. Now, fascination (in contrast to seduction, which was attached to appearances, and to dialectical reason, which was attached to meaning) is a nihilistic passion par excellence, it is the passion proper to the mode of disappearance. We are fascinated by all forms of disappearance, of our disappearance. Melancholic and fascinated, such is our general situation in an era of involuntary transparency." (Jean Baudrillard - Simulacra and Simulation, On Nihilism trans. 1995)
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"praise, I do not reproach, [nihilism's] arrival. I believe it is one of the greatest crises, a moment of the deepest self-reflection of humanity. Whether man recovers from it, whether he becomes master of this crisis, is a question of his strength!"
(Friedrich Nietzsche, Complete Works Vol. 13)
so here i am, at the end of this chapter.. (view on black!!)
and with a sense of certainty, i'll bid my student life goodbye in two days and embrace the life of a poor-fessional. yes. you heard me right.
i doubt i will go back to the books again for now and the very foreseeable future! so yeah! no more exams, no more homework, no more revisions!
Strobist Info:
SB900 into 32" brolly box at 1/32 power, in front and above subject, triggered via cybersyncs.
SB800 bare at 1/32 power, directly behind and below subject, triggered optically.
I do not create to decorate.
I create to enthrone.
I am not interested in art that apologizes for wanting too much. I do not want work that politely asks to be glanced at, half-felt, and forgotten. I want art that arrives with a pulse. Art that knows exactly what it is doing. Art that enters a room like a woman who does not need permission to be looked at and does not soften herself for the comfort of lesser eyes.
Beauty is too often treated like something passive. Consumable. Lightweight. Disposable. I reject that completely. Beauty, in its truest form, is force. It is gravity. It is command. It alters posture. It alters breathing. It has the power to humble, to provoke, to reorder the emotional atmosphere of everyone standing near it. That is the territory I care about. That is the territory I work in.
I am drawn to reverence—not as fragility, but as intensity. I want the language around an image to feel like tribute. I want a title to sound like the name of a feeling too large for ordinary speech. I want a subject to feel less like a person being observed and more like an event being survived. Not because I am interested in exaggeration for its own sake, but because I believe some forms of presence deserve to be met with awe rather than reduction.
My work lives where sensuality meets myth, where femininity meets power, where intimacy sharpens into symbolism. I do not separate softness from authority. I do not separate desire from meaning. I do not separate beauty from consequence. The things that move me most are the things that carry contradiction cleanly: tenderness with teeth, elegance with dominance, worship with hunger, divinity with a body still warm enough to touch.
And I do not create from a distance. I step inside the emotional weather of a piece until it speaks in the right voice. Then I refine it with intent. The result is not accidental. It is not trend-chasing bullshit. It is construction. It is mood made architectural. It is devotion given form.
I build themes, atmospheres, identities, and worlds for one reason: because some things deserve more than description.
They deserve ceremony.
Photo captured at a cattle ranch alongside Old Samoa Road. City of Arcata. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
Photo of the rugged Mendocino Coast captured from a turnout on Highway 1, the Shoreline Highway, near the unincorporated community of Westport. Mendocino County. Late March 2013.