February 20th - Hobo Tag Gallery
02.20.10
Monday, February 15, 2010
Monday, February 08, 2010
Thursday, February 04, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Fallen Once Again - Leaving 2009
As was noted to the amazing G, the last plus months of 2009 found me in a viewing slump – too dark, too rushed, etc. to take the time to notice things, but I resolved to capture at least some of the magic that was hidden under all the commercial Christmas crap and look for what was really important that might be lying in the peripheries.
Interestingly, it was not so much magic as mildly grotesque variations on holiday themes that emerged in the brief final sojourns with my lens. (I began 2010 in Canada - which thankfully proved to be soil more rich with inspiration!)
So here is the final bursts of Photographic Year I
Below is a random sampling of the demise of 2009…
Fringe

Glow

Pines

Star

Blizzard

Glass

As was noted to the amazing G, the last plus months of 2009 found me in a viewing slump – too dark, too rushed, etc. to take the time to notice things, but I resolved to capture at least some of the magic that was hidden under all the commercial Christmas crap and look for what was really important that might be lying in the peripheries.
Interestingly, it was not so much magic as mildly grotesque variations on holiday themes that emerged in the brief final sojourns with my lens. (I began 2010 in Canada - which thankfully proved to be soil more rich with inspiration!)
So here is the final bursts of Photographic Year I
Below is a random sampling of the demise of 2009…
Fringe
Glow
Pines
Star
Blizzard
Glass
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
A Letter From Home
by Mary Oliver
She sends me news of blue jays, frost,
Of stars and now the harvest moon
That rides above the stricken hills.
Lightly, she speaks of cold, of pain,
And lists what is already lost.
Here where my life seems hard and slow,
I read of glowing melons piled
Beside the door, and baskets filled
With fennel, rosemary and dill,
While all she could not gather in
Or hid in leaves, grow black and falls.
Here where my life seems hard and strange,
I read her wild excitement when
Stars climb, frost comes, and blue jays sing.
The broken year will make no change
Upon her wise and whirling heart; -
She knows how people always plan
To live their lives, and never do.
She will not tell me if she cries.
I touch the crosses by her name;
I fold the pages as I rise,
And tip the envelope, from which
Drift scraps of borage, woodbine, rue.
11.11.09
For the always vibrant R who really did live her life.
The world dims at the loss of your beautiful spirit.
Monday, November 09, 2009
Monday, November 02, 2009
Sunday, November 01, 2009
"Nothing beats a haunted moonlit night on All hallows Eve... And on this fatal night, at this witching time, the starless sky laments black and unmoving. The somber hues of an ominous, dark forest are suddenly illuminated under the emerging face of the full moon."
- Kim Elizabeth, Gothic & Vampiric Poet
10.31.09
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