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I'm not going to lie; several unsolved missing peoples cases have been haunting me and my intuition like that of 25 year old, Khayman Welch, who went missing in the Superstition Mountains Aug of 2020 during the pandemic. I haven't forgotten his story or the plight of his family three years later.
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All these missing individuals have or had mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters. The Superstition Wilderness has claimed many missing souls as well as other places in the Sonoran Desert Region. It's not only in low basin deserts where these strange happenings are unfolding; it's happening in places like the Grand Canyon and many other significant places where I guide tours of visitors to this land.
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There's a lot of dot connecting that I want to do or feel compelled to do as these cases and stories take up space in my reality and grow cold when it comes to the actual history of these mysteries. I'm allowing these darker energies to visit my sixth sense as I try to interpret them as an artist and researcher.
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Humans are attached to related phenomena that we can't always sense in the immediate reality and some of this is strongly present outside our perceived reality. One thing I know is certain, there is more to this reality than what our physical senses are capable of detecting. I know this because of my own third eye.
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After missing an absolutely incredible Golden-winged Warbler out front a week or so ago (a great life bird with no camera) ... I finally charged up at least my tiniest Nikon camera. And look what was out front!
I wonder if there’s someone pilfering the letters as many shops had a similar problem ... The Mystery of the Missing Letters ...
Wish I had captured the arch on the right but there was a white transit van in the way ...
The fifth challenge of the "30 days creativity challenge" by Brooke Shaden was about dreams, daydreams and memories.
A Rhino photographed in Ithala Game Reserve, KwaZulu Natal. Unfortunately, the Rhino in this game reserve have had their horns shorn and cut off, to avoid them being killed by poachers. A real shame, as seeing these animals in close quarters is a fantastic experience.
Sukhoi Su-30 and Light COmbat Aircraft "Tejas" flying in the missing man formation in honour of the IAF pilot, Wing Commander Sahil Gandhi. Gandhi lost his life during a practice session of the aerobatic team Suryakirans.
speechless...still missing you....
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Missing In-J, that is. (Best viewed large.)
(I wanted to find a photo that I hadn't posted, yet one that In-J would like -- maybe she would say, "madness dude" -- and yet convey the hole she left. Flickr is a smaller place without her.)
View large: click B l a c k M a g i c .
No 52 Weeks photo as I'm not with Lisette- so this is my substitute 41/52 Weeks for Dogs: Lisette
I'm on vacation in NC, and Lisette and Jake are at camp in Florida - missing them very much.
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Comical Ned (with the funny shaped head) is trying to entice Farmer George and Hubert (the conversational Latin speaking horse) over for a lunchtime pint at the Jolly Farmer in the distance. But George is a busy man, as are all farmers and is not sure he has the time, for he needs to find a possible broken fence after some of his sheep were found propping up the bar in The Railway Hotel in Culmstock last night.
Driver Arthritic Arthur cries from the passing train to say that local creamery worker Deidre Dinkle, the flirty darling of the butter blending department is in the pub playing toad in the hole (quite how Arthur knows what the conversation is, I have no idea, but Arthur knows everybody and everything).
George has had a crush on Deidre for ages, and this might be a chance for him to finally ask her out for a ride on his brand new combine harvester. He might also find a couple more of his missing sheep, which means he can justify it as work whilst also satisfying his ongoing lust for love.
When I can, I bike the two miles into work from where I live on the mountainside, mostly downhill. What a strange, cold time it is to be biking this late in the year. When it comes to keeping warm, it's all about body temperature. You can go from zero to sweaty in sixty seconds. I passed a flag man with a Slow/Stop sign on my way into town. He turned it to Slow just as I was approaching and I shouted out as I zoomed by, "I'm not fast enough to be slow!"
There are times I feel that way, though my manic behavior and relentless conversation might seem to suggest otherwise. But the truth is, I spend a lot of time alone, a lot of long quiet nights and aimless wanderings through the countryside. I spend the last few hours of every night missing my wife, and the next hour or so before sleeping talking to her on the phone. You see, she's going to school in Chicago, so that she can work in a hospital and tell you what your unborn baby looks like (among other things). We won't be living together in what many people would consider "soon", but that doesn't bother me. What's important to me, more than anything else, is that she can do what she loves, like I do what I love.
I love to dream about her, but that doesn't happen often. My subconscious has other, stranger ideas, which I often turn into short stories that may or may not have a point. But if they do have a point (and I mean like an arrowhead or a spear) then it must be to drive me screaming into revelation, the honesty of self that hurts so much. I'm more honest now than I've ever been, but, oh, I'm dragging some shadows. People with darker insides might deny that, but denial won't get me or them any closer to the truth. That's what it's all about, the words, the images, the reason to wake up. I hope you're all feeling a little more awake these days.
Camera: Minolta XD7
Lens: Minolta MD 35-70/3.5
Film: Expired Kodak Color Plus (2010)
Process and Scan: Hippo Photo
~No life is perfect
together or apart.
We must love & accept
with or without the MISSING PARTS!~
May we all love ourselves and one another. God bless.
“Dead people are just like you and me, they still want things. They look at us all the time, and they miss being alive.” ― Peter Straub
Skylar is in New York visiting his grandparents and I miss him!! While clearing out my archives from this past year I came across this photo of him and wanted to post it as a tribute. Having a kid who is into road tripping and hiking and doing photography is just a joy I can't describe. I couldn't have imagined a better sidekick. ♥