Tag Archive for the term: photo

shall I open my eyes
and tune the instruments?
create the occasion
where we ought to be?
In the place just right
central to our delight.
syncopate our movements
clutching our hands tight.
recognizing the hour
to begin our life.
radical dances
in the blue moonlight.

These images for the live(ish) web broadcast of the Alexander McQueen show are kind of beautiful, in their own jewel-like pixelated way, and I love the thoughtful blog post by Swellelife about the frustration of trying to watch the futuristic webcast excitement. It’s nice to know we’re not the only ones trying and failing to [...]

the creek bed leaks here,
the black birds beckon a call to home;
to black toes,
to fingers like worms that know the earth,
and the horns of a small red heart and apple cheeks
that cast no reflection.

the birds have vanished from the sky.
now the last cloud drains away.
we sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.

- li po

one could assume that every strike lacerates; exposing as faithfully as it mutilates. every strike a blow to the heart, where blood & flesh mingle into an indiscriminate mass & where bones drown, failing to uphold the organ they serve to protect.
this is a fallacy in reasoning for me, for there is no life [...]

Thanks for the submission Theresa!
I live in the mountains and usually when deer come by I give them apples, which allows me to photograph them up close. When I was photographing during a heavy snow storm, two deer suddenly appeared from the swirling snowflakes. I quickly shot “Ghost Deer” while they looked straight [...]

As Isolde arrives at his side,
Tristan dies with her name on his lips.
Isolde collapses beside her deceased lover.
She watches.
She grieves.

Sometimes when you look through:
New symbols are achieved,
floods are unleashed,
and the execution of the overall transformation is made.

there are times when the only form of support you seek is of blood nature.
family ties (even though slightly severed due to lack of daily contact) are the only source of viable comfort, especially in times of sickness. it would be presumptuous to claim sickness when one’s only ailments are generalized exhaustion, a pounding [...]

i have never meant more than nothing to you, and that is all-encompassing. throwing wish coins into the well of our inexistence, we revel in our ignorance of one another.

this love carries on in busy crowds where elbows graze but don’t quite touch, where breaths mingle with each other but aren’t swallowed, where our [...]