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Knowing the sun wasn't perfect, but the leader of todays UPBN was, I thought I'd give a little framing effort. St. Paul, MN on 6-9-15.
stencil and spray paint on standard edge canvas.
30x70 cm canvas with black painted edges
Edition of only 4 yellow.
Singed, dated and numbered on reverse.
Available here www.t3art.co.uk/page2.htm
Hello. It's been a while, quite a while actually. As some of you know, i'm now working fulltime as a teacher. To have a fulltime work and an anxiety from hell have made it hard for me to have time and energy for my photography, i also have performance requirements, about how i'm teaching but also with my photography work. There is no good enogh for me. (Well THERE IS but i have a hard time with it).
But today i have two photos for you. I actually did overcome my fear of "i don't know what i'm doing". And enjoyed expressing myself again. This is my language.
1. Nothing that belongs to us is really ours. knowing this is freedom unlike any other.
2. Nothing that belongs to us is really ours. we always seem to strive unyieldingly for another and another and another, whether it is a matter false love, a thought, a thing, or a simple idea that was never meant for our greedy hands to uncover.
3. Nothing that belongs to us is really ours. even when we know this, we take and take and take the things most precious, the things not even meant for us but meant for our brother.
4. Nothing that belongs to us is really ours. a precious object, idea, or lifelong desire, we live like starving prisoners, desperate to grab onto anything to end our own unhappiness internal, we simply steal like common thieves, the hope and love and innocence from another.
5. Nothing that belongs to us is really ours. it is only a passing gift we are privilaged to discover. all of those lovely sculptures, epiphanies, and magical ideas coveted by all, like sirens convincing us that they are the mythical perfect lover.
5. Nothing that belongs to us is really ours. all the epiphanies we are eager to uncover....
These enticements deceive us, telling us they are forever, but are really just the latest fashion, trend, or misguided infomercial lie, beguiling us with far too much ease, allowing our shallowness to betray, we smile excitedly and scramble to be the best, the richest, the first to reach the finish line and claim whatever is inside her.
6. Nothing that belongs to us is really ours. they are already available and infinite, but we will still would rather grab all that we can with greedy, grasping, dirty hands. Unable to see the tragedy, that their is infinite abundance of all these things. We rape like locusts laying claim to an illusory ownership.
7. Nothing that belongs to us is really ours. Consequences and devastation inevitably left behind our fleeing shadows, seemingly inconsequential.
8. Nothing that belongs to us is really ours. But we only hurt ourselves too unwilling to look within us to see that our actions only serve to harden our hearts to the very souls we have burned in our wake, our chaotic race we run until we fall, only embittered to find no prize awaiting, there is nothing. Nothing there at all.
9. Nothing that belongs to us is really ours. so readily, thoughtlessly, selfishly, we take away those simple precious things, ideas, and hopes from another. yet, afterwards, we stand in the empy field of lonliness, shocked and baffled, insisting that we were betrayed by cruelty of the universe, innocent victims of a unpardonable crime
10. Nothing that belongs to us is really ours. so i wonder why we cry and give our hearts away without a fight to the very things that have always been there... basking faithfully in the universal light.
Knowing that a storm would be rolling into the Bay Area overnight and that I wouldn't be able to shoot in the rain, I made a trip up to the Headlands to take a pre-storm photo. I parked at the lower bridge viewpoint and walked out to the edge. I can't believe that in all of the years that I have been visiting the Marin Headlands, that I had never actually seen the bridge from this viewpoint.
This is two vertical images merged together in Photoshop.
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Knowing that I was taking his picture, this security personnel gives me a wave as he completes his early morning rounds before the throng of tourists arrive at the shrine.
Our memory is a landscape, our bodies are its map. We can trace lines with our fingers that will take us down roads, we can find markings that symbolize a monument in our past; these are our scars.
For a series on mapping, I took to photographing the physical and psychological impression scars leave on a person. The ambiguity of the physical in the photograph is to pair with the ambiguity of the quote, not depicting the incident or injury, but acting as a brief view into the human psyche. Rather than romanticized and sensationalized, the photographs are gritty depictions of gritty truths.
The series Memory Markings has been made into a limited edition book which can be bought at Toronto's Gladstone Hotel briefly.
POEM - HOPE
please don’t give up
i believe you’ll discover
deep in your darkness
a memory’s imagine
softly spoken word’s
of gentle truth
traveling in
space and knowing time
ancestors reaching
your hope
in
you
Knowing I only had a limited time in Prague, I went out in the rain to take this shot, hoping it would stop, guess what... it didn't.
I only managed to get about 3 shots trying to hold my umbrella over my camera before I gave up.
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I had Lileigh Grace do the “Death Stare”, for all of you that have to wake at the butt crack of dawn and head into work. (There oughtta be a law against that form of abuse, really!) i figure since this look paralyzes people in their tracks (before they begin side splitting laughter....i mean c’mon....this mug is priceless!!) that it might keep mONDAY at bay for you all, even for a few minutes.....or at least it would make you smile!
I am giving mONDAY a reprieve here since i do not have to go back to eel herding until sometime in September....and all these upcoming mONDAY’s until then are precious time spent in summer delight...minimal clothing, no shoes, sunshine, and smiles!! i am not sure exactly when i am returning....where i will be plugged into the eel mix....or even if i will have a job! I do know that i will be in Fredericksburg beginning the last week of August, and there for possibly the full week after Luke Maddox is born. If my daughter is anything like me, she will go a few days earlier than her due date of Sept. 2nd...but then i suppose it will be a matter of how stubborn Luke wants to be. i had 3 girls in a hurry to get out of their uterine apartment and into the real world! Luke may be very content where he is....but i think her uterine apartment is an efficiency (she is only 5’ 2” tall!!) so he may well want more room sooner than later!
I will think of you all as i hit the snooze button :p .........Only kidding! i will be up and at my normal (?) routine of feeding the 3 annoying cats, and making some calls to schedule the car for it’s oil change, heading to the post office to mail out the college loan payments, scheduling a doctor appt and mammo, and planning for Tuesday’s trip to the Central Park Zoo with some fun friends from work and my daughter!
Hope all of you dad’s had a fabulous day yesterday!
A crucial part of interior design is knowing when to say when. I do know my when would have been somewhere before wallpapering the ceiling.
From the Practical Encyclopedia of Good Decorating and Home Improvement.
Knowing how much he likes water, we often encourage him with "Tango! Swim!" which is often followed by a cookie.
This game involves getting into and out of the water as fast as he can, so he can collect his treat.
knowing that not everyone enjoys my crappy baseball pictures... I found something else this morning to share! Two beautiful roses opened just in time for the rain :)
Knowing this bird was a Woodpecker, I judged its features compared to all of the adult birds in the overall family that I know to be regular, if not common, up here. This is one of only a few juvenile male Williamson's Sapsucker that I have ever imaged... or even IDed up here. The clinching field marks are the all black back and the yellow belly. It's quite advanced, but still lacks the red throat. At this time of year I concentrate on juvie images... the young birds change so fast, and quality images are lacking in the usual reference sources. ( I welcome comments and/or corrections to these IDs.) The female Williamson's juvie had been captured in prior years... it's so distinctive that its ID is pretty straight forward. It looks a lot like Mom.
IMG_3404; Williamson's Sapsucker
Knowing no borders the large family wanders aimlessly seeking new grasses and new adventures.
The hard to see small creek forms a rough between the two counties. This truly was and adventure of a liftime.
Not knowing the technology from the 1860's in any great detail and what homemade ND filters there may have been, but here might have been my long exposure comp if taken back in the 1860's :)
Color version below:
Knowing how to shoot is the most basic requirement for being a soldier.
This is the indoor range where all newbies learn to shoot before shooting the real rebellions.
knowing only the northern Steiermark, one of the federal states of Austria, we wanted to see its capital Graz with its famous and beautiful old town
Knowing God is knowing that his works are about faith. His works that are so interconnected in so many ways that I am humbled to know how vast and yet how intricate the work of the Lord is in this world.
I saw, during my near death experience, that faith is a critical component and the primary ...
Knowing two SD40-2s were leading a CWR eastbound on the Paynesville Sub on this day. I just had to shoot them next to the searchlight near the Wayzata High School. They look great together with the signal and old school power!
"If nature were not beautiful, it would not be worth knowing, and if nature were not worth knowing, life would not be worth living."
Jules H. Poincare
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"When night falls and the moon is out in all its glory and all you're left with is the rhythm of the sea, of the waves, you know what God intended for the human race, you know what paradise is."
~ Harold Pinter
Went to the beach before dawn to get this shot. Had a few health fanatics for company jogging and stretching behind me on the road that runs along the beach. The sky was not too clear and so this image had to be enhanced and touched up a bit. Sadly the moon got obscured as it sank leaving me disappointed but glad to have at least something to show.
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I have been fortunate to practice yoga every morning this week. I normally practice 3 to 4 times per week with a break in between so this morning I was thinking that maybe I'm pushing myself too hard as I tried to hold a challenging asana for 5 long breaths. My body was shaking with the effort - every muscle burning. My mind was telling me to back off before I collapse on my face but then the teacher told the class to let go and think of nothing. I stopped thinking and concentrated only on the breath. I did it and felt exhilarated. Knowing without thinking.
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apps: plastic bullet & Iris
Trolley - New Orleans, 1955. “After seeing these pictures, you end up finally not knowing any more whether a jukebox is sadder than a coffin.” - Jack Kerouac, preface to the first edition of The Americans. 😳 The boy. The eyes. The hands. | #SothebysPhotographs #robertfrank #theamericans #nycart #artmuseum #artgallery #auction #photography #exhibition #newyorkart #art #gallery #sothebys #christies #artnerd #arthistory #instaart #culture #artsy #galleryart #masterpiece #creative #photooftheday #artoftheday #photographer #filmphotography #filmisnotdead