Rain, slick bricks, walking boot, crutches, camera. Fall and (re)injure yourself under such circumstances and you will be ridiculed and shamed. Maybe even treatment withheld. Here, I could lie and claim I did not even contemplate taking a walk under …
Month: January 2018
In a Hitchcockian Mood
Couldn’t sleep, again. So, with only the ambeit light from one bedside table lamp, I decided to take some shots using camera angles as my lead. I’m not Hitchcock.
The Cross
What other symbol is as universally understood among different cultures, nationalities, languages? Whether Christian or not, whether religious or not, its symbolism is immense. A simple geometric shape with the power to comfort, console, inspire. A simple envoy carrying immense …
Where is the balance?
No, not a clever pun reflecting my walking boot and crutches impaired movement. I’m adressing something much more profound. Why is it that when you are suffering with one injury or illness you are not immune to another? There must …
Rulers: The Other Kind
Many great designs are so much a part of our daily lives that we fail to recognize their accomplishments. The ruler for example: School projects, math, geometry, construction, tailoring, appliance/furniture shopping, stage marks, diving, how tall we stand, tidal depth, …
Unsettling Perspectives
Not being sure what it is we see unsettles us. We are biased to need to understand. Constantly resolving the world around us to make sense, unfamiliar perspectives challenge us to see our world differently. Art is about upsetting our …
Existential Droid
A day or two after my surgery my daughter took on the role of photographer’s assistant. We decided to use the built in bookcase at the end of my daybed as our studio. She cleared the large center shelf and …
No Equivalence
Through a kitchen window I tried to shoot a lovely sunrise breaking across freshly snow frosted trees. The windowpanes were blurred in the foreground, giving the photos that artsy feel. I was going to blog for more pity about being …
Wondrous Snow
What did the ancients first think? Frozen tears shed by a disappointed god? Icy ashes from a distant star? The world’s end? Did they catch them on their tongues? Build snowmen? Momentarily, the world’s scars are covered. Our ever shouting …
