on the road, again.
each person’s life is an unique story
a photo study of rhythm created with bricks…
hop on over to Ben’s photo challenge: Out of This World
The human body speaks…very loudly through its postures and movements. More and more I’m finding that photographers who create street images from perspectives other than direct portraiture opens me to ponder individual humans stories that speak through the body’s emotional expressions which often are distracted from by a smile, an eye glimmer, a hair cut, a style of dress, etc.
images submitted in response to Erica’s photo challenge: A Face in the Crowd
Imagine the dimension of time as a vertical line. Place yourself in the present on that line with the past above you and the future below you. Establish yourself in time. See all your ancestors that have come before you. The youngest generation of your ancestors is your parents. All of them are above you on this line of time. Then below you, see all your dependents, your children, your grandchildren, and all their future descendants. If you have no children, your descendants are the people you have touched in your life, and all the people they in turn influence.
In you are both your blood ancestors and your spiritual ancestors. You touch the presence of your father and mother in each cell of your body. They are truly in you, along with your grandparents and great-grandparents. Doing this, you realize their continuation. You may have thought that your ancestors no longer existed, but even scientist will say that they are present in you, in your genetic heritage, which is in every cell of your body.
Look into a plum tree. In each plum on the tree there is a pit. That pit contains the plum tree and all previous generations of plum tree. The plum pit contains an eternity of plum trees. Inside the pit is an intelligence and wisdom that knows how to become a plum tree, how to produce branches, leaves, flowers, and plums. It cannot do this on its own. It can only do this because it has received the experience and heritage of so many generations of ancestors. You are the same. ~Thich Nhat Hanh (No Death, No Fear, 137-138)
This posting was created in memory of Dustin, Bob, Elberta, Donna, Chris, Larry, and Margaret who all live on within the lives of my beloved.
After my initial posting, I found myself motivated to revisit Spring Creek trail with more intention to pay attention to Raj’s (XDrive ) high speed lesson. He noted that this high speeds allows the photographer to freeze motion as it permits “only a fraction of a second for the sensor to ‘see’ the scene” and the sensor “is going to record things at standstill even though they are moving.”
Thank you Raj…this lesson plan opened up a whole new visual world as well as shed some light into the importance of intention and attitude within the creative process of photography.
There is a profound moment…just a second or so before the sun’s light peeks above the horizon…when it feels as if a stilled hush has silenced all of nature. And then, a bird’s singsong welcoming a new day and the distant sound of the coffee maker, releases me once again from the imprisonment of a sleepless night.
Not for stilts
but as a cane
bamboo serves me now,
I who call to mind
the games of childhood.
~Saigyo (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)