It isn’t that I’ve gone away,
It’s not that I’m aloof.
It isn’t because I’ve naught to say,
Of that there’s plenty of proof.
Now, once I’ve made the final cut
Once the die is cast
There really is just one little but
That one is, “how far to cast”?
You could say, I’ve gone fishing or flashing maybe…oh wait. Hmmm!…of course, I mean fishing for sights, sounds, ideas and visions, and learning flash photography like the pros. Learning is fascinating when there’s no goal at the end…except knowledge. ;~) No career to feed, no boss to please, no real deadlines, no undo concerns about grades other than to, “get it”…and, AND, someone else is paying. Wicked Pissah!
Photography-I’ve not been so absorbed in a subject since I found out computers weren’t magic. Now I see that cameras aren’t either!
Flash Photography; now, that’s magic.
“You might have the clock, but we’ve got the time.”
From the 2015 film, Hyena Road, directed by Paul Gross. As stated at the end of the movie in reference to, “What the Afghans might say.”
With Photoshop it’s an awful bear
to set my photos straight,
So, I settle for a lousy stare
Instead of the perfect Portrait.
Why did they make it so hard to use?
I’m foundering without a prayer
I rather be pulling a loaded caboose
Than fumbling around in these layers.
What’s with this patching, healing and hues?
Am I just Adobe’s blind fool?
Pick a tip, soft or hard, in a hundred different blues?
What if I took this pointy tool…
Oh, never mind. Photo onward.
I was given the job of writing the Class introduction to our (my) first Gallery. The theme is “Things we can’t do without.” The three photos of the kids are my contribution. There are of course much more to my list of favorite things, but my weak flash photo skills cost me good prints of the entire Family, so the grandkids won out and I had to scavenge pics from my digital camera. I also was unable to incorporate the fireworks and the kids into one really cool frame…curses Photoshop, foiled again! This was supposed to be on film anyway…ho-hum! Next time…
What you see in the written word
Is the story the writer wants told.
What you see in a photograph
Is the artists story writ bold.
Both of these artists have given
What each of us wishes we could
Words and frames about the world unchained
They paint life as only they could.
All of us have some favorite things
Things that make us smile
These are the wings that lift us up
That send us that extra mile.
When all is failing and it seems life is through
When there is nothing that anyone can do
Look to your favorite rhyme in a book
Look to that photo of that special look.
Remember the faces and the places you’ve been
Remember that you can always pretend
That your there in that photo laughing and then
Know that those times can be yours again.
These are a “few of our favorite things”
We hope you find them pleasing
From the Summer ’17 Class of Photo 51
We wish you all a good evening.
Let’s put aside all of those things
That cause us to be so contrary
Let’s see what being “we” again brings
I doubt it could be so scary
There doesn’t always have to be
A reason, a cause, tried and true
There only needs to be you and me
To celebrate the red, white and blue.
Happy 4th of July, America.
I don’t know how this will pan out. At this point, writing is not a priority, but, it appears school may be. Not creating in this Word Press world of mine, I sometimes imagine myself invisible again. Instead of the writer wanting to break out though, the eye does.
I am through the online class and that has left a void. I find myself anxious about getting to the next class at the end of each week. After all the down time I’ve had since the injury, then getting crazy busy for a while; it seems like any down time I experience now is amplified.
Wouldn’t it seem logical to fill the void with writing? I thought so, but the fingers don’t. What I want to do is compose, expose, develop and print. but, I can’t find enough new places to go take pics, lab time isn’t unlimited, nor is the supply of film.
So, I founder some. What’s different from other times when I couldn’t write? This time I don’t much care. Only enough to wonder, “WTF”. I know I will eventually get back into the lab, find out if the latest roll is any good and know if I need to take more pics…printing my thoughts in images, creating words differently.
I am starting a creative writing class in fall. This may turn stressful then…ho hum.
Wow, is it hot
chillin I’m not.
How can I make up the time that I’ve lost?
What was wrought
with this furnace you brought?
Did you think about what this would cost?
You think it’s okay
to burn up this way.
I tell you you’re out of your mind.
We’re humans I say.
We can’t live this way.
Now you’ve got us in a bind.
Turn off the heat
these temps we can’t beat
My flowers are going up in flames
I’ve used all our sheets
I’ve stomped with my feet
Still I can’t douse or contain;
This insane conflagration,
Stirs a terrible sensation,
That makes an end to refrains.
Stop for chrissakes, it’s hot!