Sunday, August 30, 2009

one way at a time

icons immortalized through key bits of information revealing their identity

layered within the flat plane perspective
a tourist watches a volcano erupt

Arron's backyard stage, the tree lights were actually purple but the long exposure required changed that and missed anyone that moved.

stimulated by a line of triangles all in a row
like a road leading the shadow tractor
beneath a sky full of birds on a string

out of many paths to follow
the one way chosen
requires a new balance
before entering
the door of reflection

Saturday, August 29, 2009

an hour in the garden

I love Ward and Leah's garden. There is so much diversity and they let me wander free through it.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

straight line

chased by hunter seeking a capture
the destination never known
until the moment of arrival

because protruding works better

clearly the lines were designed
to lead the empty mind of a bug
to the sacred source

safety platforms
amidst a field of spiky grass

colour gradation
makes exploration of macro intense

ask not for more proof than you see before your eyes

it's the shape of the empty space
where sound has to resonate

repetitious freedom to compose
shadow as self in flow
the creek face knows
exactly where to go

wired to the concept of a straight line
being the quickest way to communicate

Sunday, August 23, 2009

cut and paste

the green it would seem there but empty

cut and paste symbols
speak to a certain era of child
constrained in a tv world

simplicity against blue defines through contrast
shapes arranged according to the place found
when the thought contrived

Friday, August 21, 2009

blue inspire

Cottonwood Lake from a slightly different angle.

very green where the trees shine in the water

to seek a face in the creek it is necessary to listen as the purely symbolic tries to speak

These power poles in the alleys are going to be removed soon. Anyone who has walked in the alleys will understand this great loss.

I will have to take more photos of them before they're all gone.

These three photos are taken within feet of each other, a lot of blue.

when the symbol poured the background into literal existence the metaphor fell like coffee from a cup

in a gentle breeze symbols turn
a different face to the sun
contrast implies motion

Tuesday, August 18, 2009


it's like black and white inside colour

thin pink clouds written
against sharp blue sky morning
disappearing ink

symbols opposed in presentation
create a relation that wasn't there
as the same symbols opposed to combination
maintain the visual creation

in shadow bend up the wall
there appears a certain avoidance
which could be there

if there were two trees and two chairs
but three windows
which one is marked as the odd one out

Saturday, August 15, 2009

do the math

when they are there then they may as well be photographed.

the purple part of a collection of colour

and the red part

and the blue, like water makes rain blue too

while engaged with trying to define the symbols
with a mathematical mind the open space
remains behind to continue the shift between sides

Thursday, August 13, 2009

calm resistance

yellow sky rain falls
where green mountains reach between
perception layers

removed from being the creator thus subject to judgement
all that remains is to find the suitable background
for the performance to make implications upon

aggressive with resistance
the rock does nothing more
than try to stay grounded
while thought flows all around it

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

mind full of nothing

While walking downtown with a friend I paused by a flower to photograph it. The person I was with asked, "What do you want to take a picture of a flower for?" I hesitated before answering, "For the colour". But, the more I thought about it, the more I realized, there is no good reason to take a photograph of anything, particularly, at least from a non-photographic point of view. The ability to separate ourselves from ourselves and see beauty everywhere and celebrate and appreciate all things beyond good and bad.

rejoice in the fact that ordinary things
when seen through the dharma
are extraordinary

mindful and appreciative
all the small things in life recognized
bring joy

nothing ever lines up exactly when the gateway
to a door entering only continuation
is confused by visual obstacles

power this easily obtained
though merely perceptive
requires mindfulness