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Taking a walk in Marin. The area is beautiful with so many natural areas of hills and trees.
February 28, 2020.
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I saw you gather all your hopes
With all your dreams
I waved just like a shooting star
That once had waved to me
I am a lover in mid air
I think about it i don't care
Into the fire of despair
Just like a train that goes nowhere
But you can rain on me
Yeah you can rain, rain on me
Cyndi Lauper
I've always loved the rain. Everything about it. The smell, the feel, the sense of oneness with nature as she renews herself. We had just come home from my cousin's graduation when the rain came. I started setting up my tripod. My aunt and uncle just quietly went inside without a word. They knew to let me be. I let the rain soak into my skin as the dog watched from the garage.
Photo looking towards Sharp Point captured at the beach on the ocean side of Freshwater Lagoon. Humboldt Lagoons State Park. Humboldt County. Mid July 2013.
Signs of life exist in far Northern California in cooler temp beach waters :) Such a good afternoon to marinate under the sun and partly mid level cloudy skies. Photo taken at Clam Beach in Humboldt County past McKinleyville. Late May 2012.
Photo captured at the site of where the Little Sur River drains into the Pacific Ocean on the El Sur Ranch property in Big Sur. Monterey County. Late January 2013.
Photo of Lagoon Creek captured via Nikon 50mm f/1.8 D AF Nikkor lens off U.S. Highway 101, the Redwood Highway, in the town of Klamath. Del Norte County. Redwood National Park. "State of Jefferson." Late October 2013.
There is a feeling here, in this image. Just saying that spoils it a little for me, like telling someone a joke and then having to explain it. But I have been misunderstood too many times and maybe my risk-taking self, who only tries to appeal to those that don’t need the explanation, has become shy. Or maybe I should be brave and accept the position of being misunderstood with grace. Or maybe the best solution is a little of both, which I suspect is the truth, but it always feels like having one foot in this world and one foot out. But then again, I have come to identify that I enjoy that, dancing on the magical line between two worlds, but of course you see it, don’t you? You see it, because that is what this image is all about.
Often, for me, capturing images with my camera is like treasure hunting. Sometimes it is about documenting and that is fun too and has a valuable place, like history, but how much history can one generation hold? I think of that when I go to an old graveyard outside a little church, like the ones I grew up around back east. The tombstones are thin and weathered and the people buried there died in the late 1700′s and everyone who ever loved them has died too and everyone who has ever loved a person that loved them is also gone. Now, the best it can hope for, is to be a tomb of some historical interest, maybe to some descendents, who maybe wish they could crack open the secrets of the person gone, what they were like, who they were, or maybe it is just too much information in a world already bursting at the seams with information. But still, I think photographs that document have great value, only, with an expiration date.
When I treasure hunt, my eye does not see something just as it is, but as it could be if you sprinkle in a little imagination. This is not just a path in the forest. It is a pact made between the trees to grow together to form a tunnel, spawned by some sort of mysterious intelligence that only trees understand. As you walk down the path, the light becomes dark, the air cool, which causes you to notice your surroundings. Not just notice, but it infiltrates nearly every corner of your awareness, so that your separateness from the world, in the world, vanishes and all melds into One. Then you emerge from the tunnel into the sunlight and what awaits you there is so magnificent and magical that it has never before been able to be imagined. The feeling here is wonderment, one foot in this world and one foot out.
Do you see it too?
To see the original blog post: kneverkneverland.com/2013/02/22/one-foot-in-one-foot-out/
A little bit of friendly competition never hurt anyone. If you can't tell, Subject A is playing against no one other than Subject A himself! Guillermo Novella. Greenwich, Connecticut.
Photo captured at a cattle ranch alongside Pacheco Road. City of Arcata. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
Stadhuis Haarlem
Fotografie: Sitan van Sluis
Model: Hiske Eriks
Licht: Martijn Laarhoven
Make-up: Susan
Photo of Indian Tom Lake captured off Highway 161 near the Oregon State Line near Dorris in Far Northern California. Siskiyou County. Late February 2013.
Photo captured via Nikon 50mm f/1.8 D AF Nikkor lens at Stone Lagoon. Humboldt Lagoons State Park. Humboldt County. Late September 2013.
Ah the first day of June. I have come to realize I am much more a Fall person, not a huge fan of heat. But summer does make it nice to go to the beach.
Multi textures in this shot, one from Image After the other from Louise
Photo of the mouth of the Klamath River captured from Del Norte County Road D8 in the town of Klamath. Del Norte County. Early March 2013.
I graduated from high school 21 years ago today. June 8, 1989. Seems like a lifetime. Seems like yesterday.
Twenty years now, where’d they go?
Twenty years, I don’t know
I sit and I wonder sometimes
where they’ve gone
And sometimes late at night, oohhh when I’m bathed in the firelight
the moon comes callin’ a ghostly white, and I recall
I recall
Bob Segar
The pond in the background isn't a pond. There isn't supposed to be any water there. That is how much freakin' rain we have gotten lately.
Photo of Luffenholtz Beach, looking toward Trinidad and Trinidad Head captured via Nikon 50mm f/1.8 D AF Nikkor lens and in the census-designated place of Westhaven-Moonstone via Scenic Drive, County Road 4M310. Humboldt County. Mid October 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 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 and a barn captured in Big Sur at Garrapata State Park. Monterey County. Late February 2013.
Photo looking towards Trinidad Head captured from the Vista Point on U.S. Highway 101, the Redwood Highway, in McKinleyville. Humboldt County. Mid July 2013.
Photo looking towards the state of Oregon captured on California Highway 161 at the Lower Klamath National Wildlife Refuge in Siskiyou County. Far Northern California. "State of Jefferson." Late February 2013.
Photo of Luffenholtz Beach, looking toward Trinidad and Trinidad Head, captured in the census-designated place of Westhaven-Moonstone via Scenic Drive, County Road 4M310. Humboldt County. Mid August 2013.
HOMELAND
Last night a friend asked me, "Where is your homeland?"
I said nothing, for what could I say?
My homeland is not Egypt or Syria or Iraq.
My homeland's a place that has never had a name.
-Jalal-ud-Din Rumi
I was born in India
and used to figure that made me Indian.
It runs deep in my veins, but I see now that so do a lot of other things…
things more ancient than this planet
my parents have taken to telling me I’ve become “too American”
Americans I know say I speak British
the Brits say I speak American
and even though nowhere really fits
and you’d expect an identity crisis here,
it’ all seems to fit so well that these lines don’t matter-
no one more than another
I’m just a child of the universe, and I’m dealing with it
like a friend once said:
home is where people love you and the people you love are-
and my home is boundless
I don't love you as if you were a rose of
salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate
fire:
I love you as one lives certain obscure
things,
secrets,t, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't
bloom but carries
the light of those flowers. hidden,
within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma
that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or
when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or
pride:
I love you like this because I don't
know any other way to love,
except in the form in which I am not
nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest
is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my
dreams.
- Pablo Neruda