tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-113835242011-08-30T04:51:08.926-07:00a solo journey in circlesdavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00491112225819874400noreply@blogger.comBlogger10881100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11383524.post-19932393998043360102009-12-02T09:55:00.000-08:002009-12-02T10:01:25.016-08:00

This is my birthday photo for this year. Note the recurring Leafs theme. I figured today was a good day to make a final post as it is my 50th birthday today.The Stranded journey is at an end. I have consumed all allotted space and will have to start fresh. Don't worry loyal fans the content will remain the same, only the address will be different.still Stranded.Hope to see everyone there.

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heralding a new seasona scene inside a tv screenas we came through the mountains from a gray day the coastal sky opened up to blueblurred in passing misty landscapes at day's endthe journey back had much more sunshinelooking down on Osoyoosa little south on the same lake... the USA border is far right across the waterthe trees are scarce up hereThis is a B&B and a functioning observatory

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buddha and the purple petal flowerslisten for the silenceas elements arranged to explain the fallsomewhat worse for wear since the last time foundink well of inspirationstirred a design impossible to seeexcept with the mind

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beyond the aggression of nothing to seeabove in a place imaginedthe elements resist the urgeto be exhibited rightformed by a handmany years etchingan imitation landscapeinto the pressurized shapesrepetition of formationmarked by time scratchingaway the empty partslines lead to reflectionof self impossibleto ignore

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perhaps the last of the seasonbob finds a way to cast an effectrecurring theme squeezed between brancheswho knew betty boop was so inclinedpenned simplyit's more the arrangementthan the elementsimplying written wordsthe house with the crooked chimneypuffs smoke into eyes of a leafno longer asleep

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a car window landscape that turned out not too badanother sunset example of sky colourone bird chose a momentwhen the end resultwould inspire a compositioneach tree in falldepending on locationleaves in a different waysplit perception dividedalong the mind's linebetween thought and tangible

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blank canvas becomes artistic expressionwhen the conditions are rightfor the painter to apply the brushhalf moon portalsky on the rise insidethe framed mindempty compositionbased on sudden inspirationtries a selectionwithout hesitationsudden breeze of sunlightlifts a flag to perception

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near the ever changing flow of waterperforming scientific displays of motionwhen frozen in timelike a voice from the faceof the creek spirit yet to comeone leaf crieswait for meand so the mind decidesto isolate the passingbased on the notion of underlying faces everywherewhen the despair in the face found cast awaycried to be identifiedinstinct driven compositionputs perspective askewso the mind

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the first snowfall to stick on the elephant's backcarpeted because the leafwill not fall far from the treeobstacles like bricks in the wallimpeding progress are overcomewhen perception sees throughdeceptionif the writing on the wallwas on the water insteadthen the literal expressionof the essence of itwould be apparent

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It's been awhile since bob has appearedaround and round we gowhere we look wherever we knowthere will be the flowjust a minute who's in charge herewatched and waited for the plane to split the skyin the place where balance would seem to beyet indecision and speed made the choice for mearranged inside the only mindcapable of perceivingthis landscape givenan expression of eyealignment as visiondo I

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a tray to catch rain one red leaf alone against brown serves up contrastdivided by a line that brings forth the change of colour as a subject of interestthere was a sound here that served as an echo of inspiration caught in passing too quickly that left a reminder to return to hear the full orchestra as one single circle in a surround of enigmatic symbols curled as mossnegating a conceptfurther

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a familiar view looks fresh to me nowin a balanced selectionof a section of the creek it's leftto the mind to find directionspilling like fallen leaves...... heart-shaped symbolseh ... what's this? anger on the face of the rock?a familiar chairmaking progress in its journeyto who knows where

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here there and homethree circles of travelan aura of nagging birdsCalgarythere is no direction but homeCalgarydamn the noisy busFort MacLeodI like bus window photos, they have a certain quality.Pincher CreekTurtle Mountain and the Frank Slide of 1903 that killed 76 peopleFrankI thought I'd record this for reference purposes...then I saw ChristCrestonas far as symbols go this one can stir some

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Butterfly Conservatory

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Niagara Falls

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These are from Louis Tussaud's Wax Museum - Niagara Falls, ONThere were over fifty photos taken, here's a few of the highlightsJohn Lennon and Yoko OnoAdolf HitlerBarack ObamaWillie NelsonStar TrekHarry PotterOprahQueen Elizabeth

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I forgot to get photos of the cn tower until the last minute on the way homeshot from in the car but good enoughtaking off early morning from Torontojust about in Calgary the sun and moon make a great combinationback in cowtown .. hathe Niagara Falls trip is still to come!!

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my sister's yard in a nutshellanimals in actionand wet fall leavestyla draws a heart to match her lipsi've got three of them..brooks brothers that isthe logo again and the ever busy feetbehind it all the spiral builds in piecesone stray morning sun beamreveals the gold buriedin every small thingbackwards clock tells timethrough ingrained patternsrandom street scenecomposed by the lineand the

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there were enough photographers at the wedding so i just got a few I wantedthe girls before enteringtyla came all that way for this momentthe bride and her father before enteringnewlywed bridefirst dance

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The Toronto logovariation on a themerandom distribution of elementsnever intended to make faceshow many eyes can you findbehind the abstractlocked in to the moment wherethere is no other optionbut to be ... herecaught in the conflictof which way to goto get to the endwhen do we remember now

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headed to Toronto for my niece's wedding, some photos out the plane windowwhile they may be cliche, for me it is rare to be seeing things from 35,000 feet in the airI'm content to stay where I am, thank you very muchToronto's airport, upon arrivalFirst thing to do is get properly attired, a new Leaf shirtAnother well-dressed Brooks, Simon, my nephewdoesn't matter where you go, there will be

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it is so nice when the leaves turn colour in the fallcaught in the time streamof colour cyclethrough the seasonslike a tv screen image without the tvwhen you find the perfectplace to place yourselfonly the shadow knows the real you

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purple petal flowers I likewhich comes firstthe handsor what they createusing shapes to define spacethere is only one place to stand where you know you can turn aroundand the sun will be hidden behindwhen shadowas representation of selfcomes face to facewith its shadowwho is doing the observing

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the season is slipping away so take what is offereda couple of different poppies casting odd shadowsas a meditative space for the eyestime carved the imageand time reveals its messagewhen the depth is removedthe lines fall in placeas if drawn into the empty spaceeverything is a reflectionexcept the rectangular imitationof a frame balancing itself

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sunrise of the flowerstand up for your right to be a flowerimmersed in a macro-worldwhere imagination places names on objectsabstracted to avoid detectiona dance of legs with no feetsame flag different anglea dividing line betweenwhere form takes shapeand shape takes formyou can make the place for the facemore conducive to appearanceby arranging the shapesthat make up the space

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in order to observe the insidecan you find the King?that which is carved by waterhas a familiar shapeand all it takes is a leaffallen in the right placeto catch the eyethere was a place where the lightbeneath the surface made a faceof two bubbles random in passingsymbolically aliveby the presentation of the shapesimplying activity like energysharp continuouspink line splits blue sky

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they are fading fast as the lazy sun starts getting up latean outdoor chess match, mid-movebrimming with flight potential a birdunaware he's already been caughtby a camerasudden muted light on streamlike a glimpse in passing of a face recognizeda pause to try to identifythe flicker of familiaritywith enough open space and empty mindthe sky will find a way to alignthat which is deemed humourous

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a flag kind of daydocumenting alleyway and flagframed in the placewhere the sun crossed the linebirds divide the skywith enough concentrationon the simplicity of the face of a rock what would be seenis really inside the solidity of onein perceptive reference there is no zerounless the action of light on leavesdisappears from intensitybefore the rain fell there was a calmwhose eventual breaking is

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I mean really, if you were a bee, how could you resist going therespeaking of bees here's one interrupting the spirala lighting pattern for a stage design for a performance where the artist emerges from the centersubtle shades of purple... and then there was a wind stormsymbols would seem to indicatesome sort of actual objectcommunicating through simplicitya direction to take

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begonia brilliancefire burns the colour orangetiny pods of blue with little hearts insidethe pod of potentiallike the back of someone's headovercome perceptual urge to name the objectsand arrange them in terms of distance and shadowsthey become people on a circular carousel riderearranged rainno longer falls but remainsas something with another namegoing the opposite direction

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icons immortalized through key bits of information revealing their identitylayered within the flat plane perspectivea tourist watches a volcano eruptArron'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 rowlike a road leading the shadow tractor beneath a sky full of birds on

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

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chased by hunter seeking a capturethe destination never knownuntil the moment of arrivalbecause protruding works betterclearly the lines were designedto lead the empty mind of a bugto the sacred sourcesafety platformsamidst a field of spiky grasscolour gradationmakes exploration of macro intenseask not for more proof than you see before your eyesit's the shape of the empty spacewhere sound has to

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the green it would seem there but emptycut and paste symbolsspeak to a certain era of childconstrained in a tv worldsimplicity against blue defines through contrastshapes arranged according to the place foundwhen the thought contrived

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Cottonwood Lake from a slightly different angle.very green where the trees shine in the waterto seek a face in the creek it is necessary to listen as the purely symbolic tries to speakThese 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

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it's like black and white inside colourthin pink clouds writtenagainst sharp blue sky morningdisappearing inksymbols opposed in presentationcreate a relation that wasn't thereas the same symbols opposed to combinationmaintain the visual creationin shadow bend up the wallthere appears a certain avoidancewhich could be thereif there were two trees and two chairsbut three windowswhich one is marked

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when they are there then they may as well be photographed.the purple part of a collection of colourand the red partand the blue, like water makes rain blue toowhile engaged with trying to define the symbolswith a mathematical mind the open spaceremains behind to continue the shift between sides

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yellow sky rain fallswhere green mountains reach betweenperception layersremoved from being the creator thus subject to judgementall that remains is to find the suitable backgroundfor the performance to make implications uponaggressive with resistance the rock does nothing morethan try to stay groundedwhile thought flows all around it

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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

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The first Clematis of the seasonCool, or rather, hot coloursas a basis for projecting into emptya disciplined frameworkdefines the necessary spaceI was fortunate enough to tag along on a trip up Glacier Creek.

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the morning light on the mountain came in pastel hues because of a nearby forest firesimple complexitythese tiny flowers grow on a thread of a stem right out of the sandanother angle on the smoky skystood beneath a tree for a long timetrying to define it's essenceto a two dimensional object within a frameto explain the impressive girth and heightone perspective defined by frameempty selection

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arranged to explain nothingwhich is as plainas the blank look on your faceas canvas for water colourhalf circle rockrenders paint in motionas though they had minds of their ownthe stream and the shadow performin spite of artistic intentionand fill the empty spaceswith energy in flowstopped for inspectionthe one moment in the ripple heldcannot contain or explainthe way it looks when you just let

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another blast of colourisn't diversity grandI can't resist the beeswho gets to the sunlight firstby the time it got to this stage any chair would be van gogh twistedresistance as opposed to aggressionwith the right combinationof sunshine melting snow and rainfall eveningthe strength of the flow will make its own kind of soundif this were just an eyewould it be able to seethe manifestation of

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finding ways to let purple be purplefollow journey linesto offset doorway consumedby alternate signs of travelclouds repeat the sound of emptyit echoes with a continuing vibrationthat never finds a receiverbroken perceptive angle of disappearanceflattens objects to their natural shapewithin a manufactured landscape

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two suns rise in the alien world of river mindinside a structured design impressed like digital clock displayone odd shadow combined with a wisp of a stickhas a smile so like what morning mirror sees

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colour interlude, repeating suna celebration of something ... being blueshadow cast same as beforebut never in the same place twicespeaks words made more legiblewhen examineda continual process of seeking balance in flowin light of the eye of perception being focusedlips as a subject of interestdissected aspects of selfarranged in as balanced a wayas frame and light collide allows

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slanted like a sunset identifies lightgargoyle crows guard the journeyisolated by incidence of lightreflection timed to coincidewith the moment of manifestation

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orange you glad I was lucky enough not to miss thisa background out of focus and in motion isolates one orange objectangled like an arrowfalling into placeat just the right timeshadow distorts perceptionwhen a rock has a nose like a catthen sooner or later shadows will fallto make a couple of eyesone stick interrupts the flowwith a vibrational resistance that emitswater pattern in waves of

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as if a mouth opens to consume bugswhen the subject in questionchose the pattern of design in order to facilitate communicationit's left to a perceiving mind ever replacing empty to decidewhether the message is receivedimpressed by stoneone leaf held in placeby pressure eating awayat the edges until one eyesees the same waypassers by do

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some blue sky behind the pouring rainone treeagainst a chaoticvan gogh skyto remindall things can bewhat they seemwithout intentionempty suspension of thoughtsays now is the timefor frame to designwith shadow a representationof a linear explanationof nowas a shift betweensubject and emptyspace left behind

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drawn by one black eye in a green moss-covered stonethe tone of the water vibrationplays with the illuminationof only one momentout of relation to timei wrote one line randomly with waterwhere i could see the lightplaying mind games with perceptionso nothing perceived is really as it seems to beand with everything in motion it's essential to acton the first notion that appears in the

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A trip to Silverton to visit with my brother and his family.Idaho Peak with its many avalanche chutes.A couple of the flowers in their yard.These look like huge golden dandelions.We took a trip to Wragge Beach for a few hours.The tiny islands offshore are cool.to question the manifestation of your own imaginationis to challenge the universe to reveal itselfwhen the creek formed a facein order to

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Strawberries love the sunshine.As do all these other colours.a world of colour reflectioncombined with design will findprolonged contemplationreveals a self explanationthere is one sound found in the random distribution of living design patterns that echoes with a visual vibration silent but ever present

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when a shadow turned a corner that wasn't therethe magic in perception as illusionbecame clearin pursuit of perfectiona glimmer of light shines behindas a hand defines the outlineof symbolic representationof the dominant ideationwith yin over yanga water colour paintingremains in balancewithin concentration the presentation of shadowis a feather in the cap of the guy with the tiny eyeswho spoke

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The purple cave where the bees like to go, as soon as I saw it I thought of you Trudy.one eye tries to analyzeand surmise the end resultwith only experienceto base the frame onIt was gone the last time I looked but Nelson's biggest Canadian flag is back, 8 X 16 feet I estimate.from the tiniest of seed and soil to one day overcome the mountaintorn from the pagesof imaginationrippled static in

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purple colour rendering perfectgreen star as empty spacespinning through bug visiondouble the pleasure twins smiling in the sunshinelunchbox cartoon character visual stimulation keeps the magic alive in the eyesin the motion of a curtain never moved to reveal the notion of movement implied by the shadows figures that collide with texture when reflected uponreflection interrupts self perception to

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eyes in the rain remain as a place to focuspressured into the horizontal plane by gravity, this ice has no temperature dependencyflowers that flyway down here next to the waterscene as seen is seen as scenemind as circular subjectenters the object's aspect of perceptionthrough the interruption of light's passagegiving definition to a concrete canvasencountering reflection and random distribution

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focusing on shape as opposed to face, rain as teardrop continues a metaphorcolours that seem just rightand the rain opens everything upa clock face divided into tenbelow the level of perception of an empty mind footsteps lead to the other side of distortion

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See the star behind!when a shadow fell in just the right placeto personify an imagined metal faceone angled line turns a smile to a grimacedisguised in layers of light flattened to the wall of perception the true self is never apparent as one static thingthese images require intense concentration for a length of time, at least a minute or two, before the mind can decide whether or not anything is

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I love this colour, it only comes in this flavour of flower.don't let your dog chase strange shapesfinger on the pulse of the momentangled sunlight fallen changedbefore it could be holdenpinned between straight line perfectionand the curve of metal chair/reflectionforms its own way of seeingout of one metallic eye emptybut for perception enough to seethe distorted form of selfcomplete with

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Tempting, very tempting, like tongues that try to touch the insides of universal desire.Yellow triangles.Blue texture.Orange faces.A nice angle on the river, looking toward Nelson.the eye of the forest sentinel guards the pathlured by the sound of water falling, a very steep creeksun dial identification states, time turns all things to ash, eheach wave of perception assumesan elevated positionin

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It reminds me of fire.in a never ending quest for the least aggressive of imaged vision a simple slip of the tongue as it were and the frame without eye or ego in mind imprints pure perception within the confines of the mediumThis the shot I was after, repeated I know.water washed away the space where the one eye fell in place where the smile seemed to say look this way if you want to seeafter

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Details, details, all the tiny details.arising from the continual red backgroundthat which is empty becomesthe object of perceptionfallen on the pavementa circular symbol saidsee what i seeand through eyes as empty as thosewith which a shadow seespersistent perception pacifies vision

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This one has veinsA little purple turned blueAnd blue as bluelight and line confined by frame without thought of the external embodies a moment of creation and contemplation of objects arranged in spacewithin cool blue space to originateprocess like cloud wisp fleetinginert energy in motion as a situationends in order to continually be

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Ah the poppies are out.Some strange weed I like.This one sort of stepped forward and spoke.Strange little critter appeared from inside.caught an unusual curve in eye corner peripheral motion passed by stopped turned saw a smile of delight awaken the spirit of a rock shaped and separated and now activated to rejoin to see with clarity that which is without doubt - brilliantly apparentin the mood

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as if intended to a shape conducive to the flow of environment and pinpointed by an eye a tree made while interrupting the sun a fish rises as a rock from one vantage point of empty mindout of context out of mind out of direct line of vision end result imagine through the discipline of rock scramble training an extenuation of inner vision hovers above a tumultuous roar there balanced for the time

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wow contrast makes a statementthe conductor of the orchestra of colourbeauty in patternsupon close inspectionwe can see the light is but a reflectionshadow within shadowfinds an imperfect representationof obstacles preventingtrue observationrepeated examination finds with a calming of the mind mantra induced vision where open space joins unfettered thought to a relaxed but never lazy ground then

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The obligatory lilac photo, good smell!Yellow rhododendron.The tiny flower from a spider plant.when a candle flame of inspiration appears and the fish turns against the language stream of left to right vision and the division between what is experienced and what is seen is muted by a suspension of barriers preventing the brilliance of absolute from shining through time to pausehidden within a

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mind inside a camera eyefinds the lines pushingflag like windmakes noisewith symbolsalmost as if pushed into placeby the creek trying to make a faceout of the shapes at its disposalspoken with redand green leaves risingto the surface his wordswere unintelligibleas much as unheardinside the meditative mindthoughts like watersparkles across rock facethen dissipatespatternedpredictablein the random

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More wheels of colour to entertain you.in colour flow spread for visionattention divides perceptioninto a demand to be mindfuland simple appreciationwhere lines when alignedrequire structure to definetheir framing purposeas it relates to objectsout of contextplaying joining gameswith space and mindto hear the sound the water makesas it breaks into two dimensionsa flattened perspective to seejust

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Once again the wheel of colour spinsThe tunnel of blue, many times I've been inside here.The point is, looks like someone got at it with scissors.Welcome sunshine.balanced by the way white interacts with black plain as the vantage point hides the eyes set in the place where the stone would gosplitting frame as the overriding factor governing placement the mathematical parameters remain the samein

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always given an optionthe key to following directionis to allow yourself to be ledand at the same time to followas shadow said in its stretch down the walli'm everything imagined and nothing ever seenand never again will i seem as you seespace open invitesfirm but soft soliditywhere things can growindividuallyto express the communal humanintegration of mind and body

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The content's the same, the colour, ever different.Some flowers from my neighbour's porch.She knows the names but of course I've forgotten them already.Sometimes you just never know where bob is going to turn up.Have a close look at this tree, the entire trunk is covered with little small branches everywhere, it is really old.language written in script not literally decipherable, by a pen, it

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To see the purple you must include the green.Not one flower but eight little ones grouped around eight little ones about to be grouped around eight even littler ones.repeatedly pushed into the stream of forward motion through a journey originally unintended before somewhere along the psychological line of self-examination we chose stimulation as a form of recreation and cycled into the mountains

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More spinning insides of colour in variety.The bee, as it flower hopped, kept banging into the camera lens as I tried to move in for a close shot, finally frustrated by my looming presence, it started banging into me until I relented and left.If it feels to you like a bird in flight then you're right for it flew from one eye to the other in quick passing turn of head then said prove it as fast as

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keep radiating that colourful world we forget to seehave a peek insidetexture has touchsound cymbal has linessemantic separationfrom symbol of flowercolour expression of noise

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symbols of fear manifestfrom the identifiable shapeof legs hinged in two placeswith flattened perspectivethrough altered perceptionand the willing suspensionof a need for proofthe tree will stop to poseright in the placewhere the eye goesonce removed from actual linear perspectiveand reduced to one layer of two dimensionsthe intention of the directionis contrary to given laws of gravitybut not

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I'll take what I can get and right now that seems to be tulipsinside where the eye never goeswithout reference to anything psychologicalperception through symbolslike the suspension in spaceof a place without discriminationidentified by the waylight seems to say with its shadowhere is the treasure you can't even see non-discriminating visionlike absolute symbolismhas no reference for

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looked down and saw the sun rise inside a circlebeyond the mere object as something accessiblethe shadow takes on a shape of thingsonly discovered withinyour personal perceptionThere's a spot along the creek where the roar of water over stones engulfs everything and as if entering a silent separate place to roam with eyes it becomes easy to let all thought, all influence, all tendency towards bad

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I realized with great joy, awhile back, that there is a permanent yin/yang symbol in the face of the mountain, you can see the arc of about half the circle on the left side. It would be cool to hike up to there.like a caterpillar leaves a string of pearls of wisdom in its wake when the course through the stream of imagination is left to flow exposedwhat if you could see what the creek sees as it

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Okay I realized I already have pretty good photos of most of the flowers I like but is that any reason to stop shooting them, I think not.how about a hugThis crow just about hit me in the head as he flew past, eager to get to his hoard of hidden treats, so I thought I'd try a timing shot while he crammed his mouth full of food.

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Colour, colour, ... ...and more colour.Getting right inside where the bees like to go.set inside the center of lightself reflection findsflower simulations everywhere

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Another monthly photo documentary reveals, quite a bit less snow.Me and Sue, she wanted to say hi to Jim and Harold and I know Jim will stop by here soon, so...Hi from Sue! Note the sign that says "Totally Canadian".I don't know that this really qualifies as a 'chair found' photo per se, as it is in use on a regular basis and definitely there for a purpose but since I make all the rules here it

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These flowers always remind me of little guys with trumpets popping up everywhere to announce spring.Ah yes, bob from many angles. This time I included the golf course.I kid you not, I don't make this stuff up, but when that bit of moss chose that spot to grow, it knew full well the potential for interpretation as an eye peering and thus moved beyond mere 'moss-ness' to activate and integrate

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Absolutely, as if there were another reason, for colour.The spiral manifests where insects inspectBob caught my eye through a maze of tiny lines that can't hide his 'orangeness'.caught in a spiral of self examination, it leads nowhere but back to here, stuck with the formation of thought conjugation unique to the vibrational institution resided in//there is nothing to be learned before or ahead

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always the same voicethough changed in structurewater repeats itselfgathering chairs like tree branches become armsfirst impressions dominate perception of foreground as subject until examination of empty between disturbs the original sensation of where subject disappears to emphasize objecti am om, at the point where distortion alters perception and the self reflection becomes the shape ever

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finished, thrown in like the towel on the back of the fish finally come to the edge of the waterfall too large to pass throughfinding rockshave faces that changewhen perception is arrangedto be a flattened versionof the original

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Documenting the low water levels this year, normally this is completely under water.Taking the opportunity to find bob from another angle.split the stream in twoso water flows around meshadow suspendedlike gravity defines the parameters of appearance, random explains the distribution of the universea return to the scene of the stone who lost a piece of face to time's pesky fingersflattened by

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It always seems like the same shot at the time, but it's always different later.I know I've shot it before but the 'Donut' tree really stood out in this light, plus I was thinking about dez and Kansas so there ya go.they've stood here long enough to turn the creek in its hurried path to oceanhad a fleeting thought that disappeared like a fluttering flag never distinct in pattern presentationas

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Another early bloomer that pops up everywhere they look like ceiling fans, I've forgotten their name."These are the good old days" imagine that, and keep living in the here and now, Garry this one's for you.random distributionbalanced by colour and shapediscarded revealedi stood for a long time or a brief moment in the journey of this water seen beneath my feet and listened to the voice of the

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after a while these crocuses will become mundane ...but when spring starts they are the first to come out and share their colourbob writes a pattern of communication beyond mere literal translationwhere the water ripples as if to wink an eye atop a rock below and a stick turned up by the flow of reflections breaking light into smilesrecurring patternsinside a paintedforeign landscapemarred by

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spring break through snow melted by heat from curved steel only in mind do beads of wet become sweatfaked eye as keyhole as entrance to perceptionno thing definiteblue chalk sunshine placedto leave enough spaceto make friends with emptyintrospective investigationdisrupted by the return to framelike soft landings in dream sleepingjolt the participant awake

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The water is usually covering those rocks and mud, bob doesn't seem to care.I think this is the biggest flag in town, it is about 8 X 16 maybe, worth another look.contrast as genuine inspirationas natural as acceptanceof open clear visionshunyata and prajnaas rocks whose heads are ducksperceived as ground a path through the mud would be a formidable struggle or seen as background for an abstract

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Well look at that; the first flower of the season, I knew a couple of days of warmth would bring them out somewhere.Perhaps, when seen from the perspective of the duck, a head in the mud would be good, or, as dumb as a duck with his head in the mudintegrated with the landscape geometrical influence builds houses for imaginationwhen you follow the line the stem makesit keeps wanting to be a

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Ryder is cool to have along, he always encourages me to take photos, usually because it involves some sort of fun for him.He went all the way down and across the creek just to toss a stone into otherwise calm water.the moment following ...and a few moments later.geometrically inspired lines preventing access for even the weest of birdsalmost as if etched in stonea pause to considerrenders faces

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pay homage to the neighbourhood shrine// connected to electric grid// wired to lifeemphasized by winter morning fog sifting between orange trees colour waits to returnwhen out of thick fog obscuring all but a few feet of visiona crow vocal to pinpoint positionflies from the empty gray and alightson the curved pole reaching for illuminationin the density of this surround of absolute

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behind abstract confusion - with a little concentration - good old bob makes an appearanceI like how the background blue can seem like it's sky when it is actually water and the tree really wants to walk up those stairsan easy angle to remember for a summertime repeat of this shotdrawn on the side of a treemotion implied by shadow dancemakes shapesand gives meaningto the interruptionof a flag

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Me, in front of my shrine, I love hockey, obsessively, it makes me smile.Remember the crows in the tree outside my window at the old place. It was fun to try to get the timing right to catch one in flight. It's like shooting at a moving target, you have to aim a little ahead. For this one I would have liked the exact moment the beak touched the cheese but this will do, the empty space adds some

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a small piece of ice yields an infinite stream of abstract imagerytapped into with random abandonletting instinct dictate water taking shapeand then there's this guywhose strange eye was discovered in ice on the bumper of a carperception inuredby principles governing reflectionexpectations shatteredby interference disrupting the pattern

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photograph the crowuniverse omen to showlooking back taboofollowing in the footsteps of a photograph looking back// to see the sullied purity of a sidewalk fresh with snow// disturbed by an never ending flow that could be anythingone single stick creates enough resistance to gather snow and make a plate of ice spread out// its size dictated by the depths the temperature reaches and its beauty

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