Posted on April 20, 2014
HE IS ARISEN INDEED!
I am sure that I could not count the number of posts that are “arisen” today.
Just as I am sure of the number of followers that had turned their backs on this morning.
I would have been one.
I am one who turns my back even today.
but Ever so often He taps me on the shoulder
And assures me, that He is still here.
I may not stand in a church and loudly proclaim.
Yet in the quiet of a rising sun
He speaks to me
and I to Him.
HE IS ARISEN INDEED!
en theos monos ††† jim
Posted on April 15, 2014
Yesterday morning I was filled with the good intension of producing some great image of the blood moon eclipse. As the day went on, I had settled into the compromise of just getting up to see it. After seeing this lovely orb coming up while sitting in my Lazy Boy, I decided to just go make a photos of this big gorgeous moon and be done with it.
Having listened to the talking heads on every new’s show talking about it, my interest wained. Then seeing the winners from the New York Times of the Pulitzer prizes for photography, I was be-littled by their accomplishments and the air was totally out of my ballon. Seeing the truly great work with real blood from staff photographer Tyler Hicks, the 2014 Pulitzer Prize in breaking news photography for his coverage of a terrorist attack at an upscale mall in Nairobi, Kenya, that left more than 60 people dead. And then Josh Haner was awarded the Pulitzer in feature photography for his images of the slow and painful recovery process for a survivor of the Boston Marathon bombing.
Any image I would make of a lunar eclipse, well suffice it to say it had been eclipsed by some great image makers of truly remarkable circumstances and events. The blood red moon had totally faded pale.
“Photography is a small voice, at best, but sometimes one photograph, or a group of them, can lure our sense of awareness!” W Eugene Smith 1918-1978
Some voices are much, much smaller than others! en theos monos ††† jim
Posted on April 14, 2014
Two days ago I sat in my shorts and dirty t-shirt basking in the beauty and warmth of a bluebonnet patch. Early this am up to attack my writing drills I was greeted with this mysterious view in the western darkness. A great prelude to the coming blood moon eclipse coming early tomorrow morning.
Our balm had faded to sand blown in the 40 mph winds as I stranded to hold my camera still at a 1/15 of a second at 1600 iso. All the while staving the 37 degree chill in my briefs and too thin shirt. The dogs thought me crazy and kept looking to see what the heck had the attention of their strange two legged leader. I quickly agreed and retreated from outside images to inside words and warm coffee. Image making is fun, but word-smithing can sometimes be a little more comfortable.
I don’t normally post such fuzzy grainy images, but I hope this will keep me from having to braving the 2:00 am call to the blood eclipse. I already gave. One needs to save their bravery as I have too little to spare.
” A good photograph is knowing where to stand.” Ansel Adams
I think I will stand inside. en theos monos ††† jim
Posted on April 12, 2014
Yesterday, I pined of not having many flowers blooming yet in the high desert. I was just walking the same path waiting and watching for something to bloom. All I had to do was walk a different path, one block away from my house was a large patch of Texas bluebonnets.
Bluebonnet is a name given to any number of species of the genus Lupinus predominantly found in southwestern United States and is collectively the state flower of Texas. The shape of the petals on the flower resembles the bonnet worn by pioneer women to shield them from the sun.
“Which of my photographs are my favorite? The one I’m going to take tomorrow.” Imogen Cunningham 1883-1976
If you done like the view, change it! en theos monos ††† jim
Posted on April 11, 2014
While I am not finding any blooms like this one from a New Mexico garden last week. The weeds are growing and blooming. The bees are a working the dandelions and we have stirred a couple of Horny Toads on our afternoon walks.
I am enjoying the slow coming of spring and what it brings. Soon we will have the heat and then will complain and pine for cooler weather. We are hard creatures to appease!
Enjoy what you have when you have! en theos monos ††† jim
Posted on April 9, 2014
“In the hope of reaching the moon men fail to see the flowers that blossom at their feet.”
- Albert Schweitzer
Live the stage that you are in! en theos monos ††† jim
Posted on April 8, 2014
“When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see
it whether they want to or not.”
- Georgia O’Keeffe
I find it just a little ironic that Ms O’Keeffe painted flowers while living in the midst of a desert. Perhaps we can learn as much from what she saw as what she thought!
Take time to see † en theos monos ††† jim
Posted on April 6, 2014
I stumbled across this one of several horse crippler cacti beginning to bloom, starting the process of producing fruit. I am always amazed at the beauty that such prickly plants can produce.
I watched a piece on time lapse specialist Louie Schwartzberg this morning and I realized how much of a plants life I am missing. I stop and steal a small increment of time, a short 1/250 of a second. Mr Schwartzberg has much more patience than me and spends months to produce a 1-2 minute production that shows so much more that most of us never take the time to see.
Take the ten minutes of time to see time and a sense of life that we all walk past and miss the wonder that Mr Scwartzberg has paused to see and record for us.
enjoy the parts of life that you never really see! en theos monos ††† jim
Posted on April 5, 2014
I can remember as a kid at grade school, I was always envious of the kids that showed up with the huge 92 pack of crayons. Heck, that big box even had it’s own sharpener build into the back of the box. I was lucky if I got the small box of 16.
I really didn’t know what I might create if only I had all of those colors to choose from. Truth is I would not of had any more creativity with 92 colors.
It has taken me years, and I am still learning that it isn’t how large your palette is, it is more how you mix with what you got.
I still jump all over the place with my creativity and I shoot such a hodgepodge of subject matter. I read of how you need to find your niche, your voice, your passion, style, genre your ….. But, I still love that big box of crayons and I keep looking for my true color.
Paint with what you got! en theos monos ††† jim
Posted on April 4, 2014
Last week I stumbled across a post that was entitled “The 10 photos that every photographer will attempt”. It had things like sunset at a beach, running water, fog, trees and several other cliches that we see all too often.
Somehow reading that articles caused a block to form. A resistance to produce an image of anything that might be considered trite. I sat this morning and bemoaned the task of finding a photo to post. All out of the fear of being perceived as having the same vision and producing meaningless images.
Out here in the desert and living in ranch country, windmills become a “go to” subject. I see a great sunset coming and I gravitate to the nearest windmill. Somehow they become the beach, the trees, the ordinary trite and overdone images of the west.
So with a bit of ado, I give you my latest windmill. I can’t help myself. Last week while in New Mexico, I even purchased a print of another photographer’s gorgeous print of what else, a windmill.
Try to crawl out of your box. en theos monos ††† jim
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