A view from the top.
What a sensation that must be.
Watching and waiting…
as the tribes scurry about in day-to-day mystery.
No preface for humanity’s race.
I cherish the scurrying above.
Lackluster…we are taught.
Maleficent is the average lot.
Nay, say, I!
How adventurous it would be.
Predestined to shine down.
And, witness what others do not see.
In the midst of my morning misery…Growing up, growing old, using several braces…to move about the house. In all these moments, I am able to pull my shit together so much that…’I am so small, after all..’ becomes part of my mantra.
If for no other reason, poetry, photography, the art of life, has taught me, this suffering is so minute. This life is so quick. So, flash card ready.
Perhaps, that is why I take a moment, everyday, to not look purposely, straight ahead.
Look up, look down, look under, or look, anywhere than at one’s comfort zone.
It improves circulation, sense of smallness and/or, at least, causes one to notice just how much the lawn needs watering!
“The whole world is, to me, very much “alive” – all the little growing things, even the rocks. I can’t look at a swell bit of grass and earth, for instance, without feeling the essential life – the things going on – within them. The same goes for a mountain, or a bit of the ocean, or a magnificent piece of old wood.”
- Ansel Adams
I learned my appreciation of photography, from my father. He had been a learned, professional photographer. Studied in the fine art of aperture, light meter, etc, etc. Often a common feisty argument between us, had been, digital photography verses manual film photography.
Course, the main point of the argument:
Digital photography is not art. It can be manipulated by the user…beyond what is real or not real…
In all honest, a good photographer brings to the viewer, a vision, individual to the user…not a set in it’s way image, from the mind of the artist.
still photography is nothing less than an infinite attempt at seeing things differently.
‘It is the unexpected, hit or miss, instant impulse, these strange accidents, this surrealistic serendipity, out of which great photographs are born.’
The direct confrontation typical of the environmental portrait sacrifices the candid moment to allow the subjects to comport (behave) themselves.
-Walker Evans…his restless interrogation of American society ranged far beyond the troubles of the Depression and continued to reverberate long after the 1930s…-being, Walker Evans
-When I’m ready to make a photograph, I think I quite obviously see in my minds eye something that is not literally there in the true meaning of the word. I’m interested in something which is built up from within, rather than just extracted from without.
-Ansel Adams-Adam’s relation to nature was both aesthetic and mystical. Throughout his life he worked and lobbied to preserve the wilderness and the great vistas of the American West.-on being, Ansel Adams“You don’t make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.”“A photograph is usually looked at- seldom looked into.”
― Ansel Adams