Compulsions can make me intransigent, especially those desires to glance backwards in time. Once in a while, someone walks into those spaces of nostalgia and creates an illusion of normalcy.
this photoblog is an exploration of boundaries, borders, transitions, transgressions, and other rudiments through a lens of pixels, pixilated nostalgia, moments in time, images-both in and out of context, other optics and a few apparitions.
2.26.2011
2.23.2011
physiognomies
Sometimes a tree is just a tree, and a branch is just a branch. Sometimes parts of a tree look like faces, fish faces. Sometimes a silly fish face...
Sometimes a menacing fish face...
Sometimes a menacing fish face...
2.20.2011
Fairchild Tropical Botanical Garden II
And for those who just can't live without the idea of a black & white botanical garden, here are a few of my favorite images from that day...in color. The glamourous skin of a Rainbow Eucalyptus tree, and a plant with a lovely burst of orange. (The previous post has a black & white version of this image.)
Fairchild Tropical Botanical Garden
Yesterday was my last full day in Miami, and I spent a few hours roaming a few acres of edenic ersatz. If you have a chance to visit these botanical gardens, don't pass on the opportunity. The vegetation is as lush as the critters are lively.
2.16.2011
the daybreaks...
Sat on the beach early this morning and greeted the day.
And despite such a colorful breach of the darkness, I imagined the spectacle in a monotone hue closer to my mood.
Then glanced again without a filter, and was disappointed by the fiery reality.
Eventually I settled on the idea that the morning colors add an unnecessary confusion to my perception. So, I decided to simplify the view and sift away the distracting intensity.
I smiled and went about the day.
2.13.2011
Road Trip
Off on a work-related adventure down South, and I don't know if I'll be able to post much for the next week. But, I will be back....
2.07.2011
a hand-made face
While contemplating my daughter's artwork...from a few perspectives I asked her, "Whose face is this?"
"You can't tell?" She shrugged.
"Papa! It's obvious" She pushed.
I just moved my head from side to side, as I draped some yarn over her brow.
"Paaaa-pa! It's an african-american grandmother," she smiled. So I picked a filter and returned the smile.
"It is whomever you want it to be," I winked.
2.05.2011
Spoken Words
Last night I ventured into DC for a series of poetry readings at The Big Hunt's basement lounge, and was able to catch up with a few friends from yesteryear. Steve read from his newly published The Luckless Age.
The evening began with Belarus native Valzhyna Mort reading some of her work. Her delivery was mesmerizing and her poetry was absorbing. I was nestled between three of her students as I listened in.
I became an instant admirer as she stole the show.
The rest of the evening was full of conversations, merriment, whispers, glances, synecdoche, metaphor and some smiles. The creative energy in that space and the general atmosphere of the city were a welcome change. On the cab ride home, I lamented leaving the words behinds.
2.04.2011
contra dichos
Entre labios y lenguajes, me llegan esos pensamientos.
A veces cuando me tientan, pues... se los regalo al viento.
A veces cuando me tientan, pues... se los regalo al viento.
Pero cuando los secretos se reflejan en el parabrisas, los labios me tiemblan...
y no sé qué mas decirte.
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