10/13/09
Been a while- summer happened and then Syracuse happened. Today’s thought : music on my mind. Specifically :
Simon and Garfunkle, “Kathy’s Song“
I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.
And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.
My mind’s distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you’re asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.
And a song I was writing is left undone
I don’t know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can’t believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.
And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you.
And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.
The Dawes, “Western Skyline“
Oh, Lou- I’d like to let you know that I do not feel welcome.
All the birds, the trees, the falling snow
No they were not made for me.
And all this is where her heart resides; we met in California
She saw cities, promise reaching through my eyes
And she turned her self away
Well how I curse that western skyline.
And yet I thanked it for my start.
Oh rue, though my dreams did not come true; no they only came apart.
So I followed her here to Birmingham, where the soil is so much richer
And though my aching pride might guide my hand, she did not ask for me to come.
So I wait for her all through the day, as if I wait for her surrender.
And every time I get her to look my way, she says I’m not where I belong.
But I watch her father preach on Sundays.
And all the hymnals of my heart.
But oh, rue, my dreams did not come true; no they only came apart.
Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh
Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh
Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh
Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh
All the snow fall this time of year, it’s not what Birmingham is used to
I get the feeling that I brought it here, and now I’m taking it away.
But let’s share one more drink together, before I go reload my cart
Oh, Lou, no my dreams did not come true- no they only came apart.
5/1/09
An Israeli man showed his son weapons and hardware at an army display as part of Independence Day celebrations in Jerusalem, Wednesday. Israel is marking its 61st year since the creation of the Jewish state. (Kevin Frayer/Associated Press).
And we wonder why violence is such an issue in the world we live in. Hmmmmm.
4/7/09
Inspiration- Jan van Holleben
Check out his Dreams of Flying portfolio, it’s sweet.
3/31/09
Inspiration- Brock Davis
I love this kind of Americana image, a moment captured that most can reminisce with.
3/18/09
Thoughts on the rails, a poetry piece I wrote while on the train:
“North Bound 285″
Along these rails,
parallel Brothers,
passing by,
Forgotten homes, tangled trees,
living lives, day by day,
a momentary meeting,
The sun hangs low,
birds on route,
north bound.
Photo taken from pixdaus. ©yossarian01
2/18/09
Watching
Winslow Homer ” A Good One”
This image inspires me about nature and the solitude it can bring, along with beauty and simplicity. I just got into Homer in my art class, love all is work.
Listening 2/11/09
“Within You Without You” - The Beatles
We were talking about the space between us all
And the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion Never glimpse the truth, then it’s far too late, when they pass away
We were talking about the love we all could share
When we find it, to try our best to hold it there with our love
With our love, we could save the world, if they only knew
Try to realise it’s all within yourself
No one else can make you change
And to see you’re really only very small
And life flows on within you and without you
We were talking about the love that’s gone so cold
And the people who gain the world and lose their soul
They don’t know, they can’t see, are you one of them?
When you’ve seen beyond yourself then you may find
Peace of mind is waiting there
And the time will come when you see we’re all one
And life flows on within you and without you
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3OXDwmlEZE
Inspiration 2/9/09
In my art/geography class we are studying early American Landscapes. Most recent artists include Thomas Cole and Frederic Church. Their images both inspire and excite me as I just cant get enough of this natural beauty captured in their work. The way they painted clouds directly effects how I shoot now, looking at the clouds myself, imagining them as brush strokes.
Church, “Twilight in Wilderness” 1860
My love of art began with my art history class in London. My personal favorite, William Turner.
“The Fighting Temeraire” William Turner
2/3/09
Photography. Beauty.
As I walked home today from class, the sun was slowly fading away. The sky was a vibrant blue with a few wispy clouds and the sounds of the city set the background tone. I look up more now. At the sky, the trees, the clouds. It’s a whole other space to look. Try it sometime. I guess I just look at things differently now. I feel that I now look at life through a different lens than I did a year ago. Not just my camera, but personally. Everyday I look at buildings, trees, people, animals, grass, food….anything, and try to find beauty. It’s not hard. I just appreciate things more.
Beauty. Life is beautiful. Just look around you. All the things we have: friends, family, a smile here, a hug there. I love being a photographer because I get to experience and capture these things. Everyday things that some may walk by, not notice or just ignore, I’ll stop and take time to explore this thing. Life. I capture that too. Everyday life for every person is different. Everyone has hardships, everyone has things that make them smile, frown, cry or laugh. I get to be there for that (or so I hope). I enjoy capturing that exact moment when the birthday candles are blown out or driving to a friends funeral. Happy. Sad. Life. I really enjoy life and all its turns. Photojournalism is real and it’s life as it’s happening.
Not everyone gets images. ” I like this photo” or ”cool.” Common responses. What makes an image great to me is how it connects with it’s viewers and evokes emotion from them. When a rich person sees a photo story about a homeless person, do they care? Or do the images only create a greater “us and them”? When you see an image of a family grieving from a loss I think most people understand this. Maybe not. Loss is important because you don’t realize what you have until it is taken from you. This applies to anything: family, pets, love, wealth, etc. Losing your favorite pair of jeans? No. If your reading this and are thinking, “yeah I’ve heard this before” or “whatever”, than you have never truly lost anything of great importance. Anyway, I think this knowledge helps you understand photos. So look up, look down, look all around. Beauty is there, natural and untouched, just waiting to be noticed.
12/15/08
Went to cut down the christmas tree today. Something about this tradition evolves every year. For a while we went as a family, then just with sister and dad, then just me and my dad. Today I went with my friend Nick. Not a bad thing by any means, but just interesting to see how the tradition doesn’t change, but the people do. How we progress and where we are each year changes so much.
10/26/08
• I think I deleted all previous thoughts by accident. This is how I feel
