Photography… one can be driven to distraction by the quest for great compositions, perfect light clarity color equipment achievement. Another however finds in its focus a moment to live, finding within its viewfinder the world without, in its colors a palette to explore in its wide-angles a play of light and in this reversion to a current instant a mindfulness, into the beauty of what IS, a meditation into the reality of NOW, and a fleeting appreciation of ALL THIS.
By this glass revealed are such wonders details in a clear sky textures in a dry leaf a juxtaposition of dead twig and green sprout humility in the eye of a lion nectar at the Hummingbird’s beak landscapes duplicated in puddles ethereality of clouds.
A question dawns this immense canvas unbounded this mural to end all murals with its richness of depth of color of form of material of smell of ideas unlimited of things both imagined and un-imagined.. who is the artist? …
I saw him stumble and reach out for my hand
one so sure-footed that others had always reached out for his.
I heard him panting and gasping for breath
one so strong that it had appeared he never rested.
I felt him grasp tightly, my arm for balance
one so independent that he had seemed to need no help
I saw him tear up as he reflected on of his life
one so driven that he’d seldom looked back
I heard him talk about the feelings and hurt
one so formidable that we’d never considered his pain
I felt him turning spiritual and philosophical
one so practical that he had appeared only to see the material.
He thinks today’s is the last suit he’ll ever buy
a man who seldom acknowledged endings
He recapped simple instructions as we drove
a man who knows how to do everything
He said things that are obvious and apparent
a man who had little patience with chit-chat.
He thanked me today for a suit I bought him
a man who bought me every suit I’ve ever owned
He wondered aloud why people are mean
a man …
It was still dark when the alarm went off. The last time I took my camera and headed out to meet a sunrise I was in Zanzibar. In fact that is when I learned about how precious the early morning light is to good photography. Its funny how sunrises and sunsets have come to remind me of Fern and Ali my photography gurus. Normal people must feel the pull of a emotional even romantic tether at these times but lately I only feel the pull of cameras, long lenses and compositions. I am new to the world of photography or more accurately to watching the world go about its business thru a glass lens. So camera in hand, this morning i ride my bicycle along the Bayou (water channels) in Houston just as the early rays are streaking overhead. Every so often I lay my bike down, pull out my camera and peer down the chute of the zoom lens. This morning's outing is unplanned so I don't know what I am looking for. I know this much: I love sunrise enthusiasts. There's a lady lighting up a cigar…