Tuesday, April 26, 2011
My day at OSU
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Stuck at Home
What's a boy to do when he's stuck at home? A boy must experiement and play otherwise the boy might get bored. Boredom for me is never a good thing. So I experimented...
This is what boredom really looks like. Two turn tables and a microphone. My many thanks to The Whiffenpoofs for their help in getting this shot off.
Now it is time to wrap so I can go enjoy an Easter dinner with my lovely and patient wife and my two wonderful daughters. I hope that your holiday was filled with family warmth and love.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Untitled
It is amazing that from October until the end of March I was able to make a run at being a professional photographer. I got to live the dream, and then watch it die a quick death. I was on the brink of several huge opportunities, but because nothing was guaranteed and I was forced to a make a decision that affected my families homeless status. I was had to take a job, temporary or not. I did the right thing, but that doesn't prevent me from being deeply saddened by the loss of my dream. As I make the transition from career to hobby, I would like to look at what I accomplished during my six months as a professional photographer as well as what went wrong. So let's start with the negative and document what went wrong: Now on to the positive. What did I accomplish during the last six months? I made some amazing friends. I tested a concept that I might be able to work I became connected with creative self. I worked with some amazing people and I created some amazing art. People Art
And finally I learned a lot about myself. This is attributed to my experience with the Artist Way. I found in that group a new family of caring and giving people who although undeniably different than I am, a so similiar in their fears and frustrations. There was a lot growth and healing that happened to me through the artist way and through the relationships developed. This is possibly the most important experience I had over the last six months, and while I have light years to travel still, this was the start of an important journey for me.
So while my professional photography career appears to be cut cut short, it is a short termed delay. I have bigger plans for Salem and I will soon be in the face of those that have ignored me recently. Get ready Salem cause here I come.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Birds, Books and Boomerangs
We have such an interesting collection of wild birds that hang around our house. I have no choice but to break out my 200mm lens to try and capture them. Sure I bait them, but it is for mutual gain. I get their photograph, they get fed and you get to see the results. Everyone wins.
Last night I was given the gift of creative collaboration. Rick and Paul came by the studio to so something creative. Paul brought a cool collection of books from 1926. Beautiful gold leaf pages and textured black bindings. I have a great appreciation of old books and I did my best to capture the beauty and craftsmanship put in to books. Paul also brought a wonderful boomerang. It wasa functional and decorative piece that had definitely been used. Thanks Paul and Rick for a great evening of fun and creativity.Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Sunny Delight
Sunny Delight
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Move On
Move On
You don’t approve of my mind, move on
You don’t approve of my wife, move on
You don’t approve of my art, move on
I am not alive to seek your approval
But I am doing the best I can do
I have only the God has given me
If that isn’t enough for you, move on
You don’t approve of my way, move on
You don’t approve of Fibro, move on
You don’t approve of my life, move on
I am not here for you to approve
But I do my best to do what’s right
If that isn’t to your taste, move on
To be like you means not being me
To meet your standards means failing me
To live your life means ignoring mine
I’m not here to be a clone of you
I am here to be me, who I am
If I am not good enough, move on
Hate my voice of expression, move on
Hate my need to heal what’s broke, move on
Hate passion that comes from pain, move on
Embrace me or not, friend or un-friend
I do not apologize for me
Chose a path of your own and move on