Archive for May, 2015

“Her Secret is Patience”

Part of the day was done and there was still more to go…time card punched and waiting again…waiting again and again to punch back in and head up-town…waiting and thinking and knowing how to spend hours, not wanting to kill time and risk injuring eternity, but I was miles from home and miles from anywhere, and waiting to surround myself against my greater will with sounds foreign and people matching, piercing needles and veins on men and men, watching the sun go slowly down against a city-horizon of brick and stone and palms rising from urban desert sands with pigeons bobbing across asphalt driveways, with vagrant men sleeping and waking and running with wringing hands across the greenbelt, teens riding skateboards in the library parking lot, and paint ghosted onto walls random and intentional, messages wrought like iron in the workman artist’s hands.  There was no south shore of a great and salted lake, but the sky and its clouds looked the same and gathered me in and drew me up and lost me in the white and blue similar heaven that was reflected in sky-scraper windows that bend in a lens as airplanes rode through a magical net.

Tamara had done a piece called Net Art and brought a random thought closer to fruition…inspiring night-time images of a familiar place, a bit of string and cable launched into the realm above a city park where black men and brown sat lounging in silver metal chairs with legs crossed and sun-glass-ed eyes open or closed in their tilted heads appearing to see what I saw and being Okay with just seeing it; it was just a thing that was up there, a thing that caught my eye in passing a light-rail platform with curves and lines of its own, riding ground level out and away from that city-center into the beyond.

My camera does’t like the night-time and my processing kit doesn’t straighten buildings, but it…the camera, does allow me to lie in the middle of the grassy park in my work clothes while I point it skyward and imagine that I know what I’m doing, looking through some other lens, some other set of eyes that ride atop words and desire to find and fill and consume and possess, to express, to show, to manifest ideas in a tangible form of ink dots or binary wonders.

You can learn more about this bit of wonderfulness by clicking on these words and flying through space and time to the artist’s web page.  If you’ve got a few minutes, I highly recommend watching the two videos…the second one shows the construction/assembly in a time-lapse format.

 


cautiously optimistic….

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Morning on Parson’s Trail…in Sycamore Canyon

After walking down into the canyon and then out of the shadows of the high walls, the sun begins to ease onto the trail as a silent, yet very present companion.

After we walk down into the canyon and then out of the shadows of its high walls, the sun begins to ease onto the trail as a silent, yet very present companion.  While she becomes a source of exhaustion in the miles to come, she is welcome in this hour as she reveals the canyon’s treasures and warms our fingertips.


looking back….

…south and west from the south shore of The Great Salt Lake, actually…and there are more than just clouds and mountains in the reflections on the water…memories running in varied scripts and images recalling the day, smelling the salt and saturated gray earth of the increasingly visible lake bed and hearing the cries of gulls on the freezing wind.

I knew where I was going when I left the house that morning, but I can’t remember the time on the clock.  I had been out to Antelope Island three weeks earlier and knew that I had to get to Stansbury Island, as well…it was just down the road, really, closer than Antelope…just head west on I-80…can’t miss it.  From the house it would have been an easy 30-45 minute drive, maybe more….probably…..and five hours and almost 300 photos later, I was heading home again….I saw so many things that were new to me, walked in places that I had previously only seen on a map that was pinned to my cubicle wall at work or existed as ideas of potential things…notions…possibilities….places that filled my senses and soul with experiences that still live in tangible form these 15 months later.

This is one of the last images from that trip…taken at 2:20 on a Saturday afternoon in late February, 2014.

Snow-capped Stansbury Mountains in the distance


City Paint Phoenix 11 – Film Bar abstract

I found this mural quite by accident a little over a month ago.  I had intentionally taken a different route to work so that I could photograph a particular mural, and afterwards, I happened to spy this bit of purple and blue decorating a wall a couple of blocks away.  So, at the risk of being late to the office and missing the “timely punch” of the clock, I stopped and made a few more hasty images.  The mural is located on the north wall of a downtown theater called the “Film Bar.”  It is located at 812 North 2nd Street, which makes it about two miles from my workplace…and just down the road a little bit from the area that I have mentioned here on several occasions, Roosevelt Row, a showcase of local street art and culture.

This first gallery shows the complete mural and then the sections, moving from left to right….

This second gallery presents some greater detail in isolation form….

Walking around the building to where I had seen some “graffiti-type” art decorating a trash dumpster, I found this surplus image on the east-facing wall…obviously touched with the morning’s sun and companion shadows.

The last photograph shows the signature of the artist, Joe Rael, whom you might remember from an earlier post, City Paint Phoenix 2 – Hair Pollution.

If you’d like to see more of the City Paint Phoenix posts, or earlier images of street art in Salt Lake City, you can scroll to the bottom of the page and click on the Street Art – Graffiti title under the Categories widget to be taken to a continuous feed of the posts.


Walking through Sycamore Canyon

It doesn’t do it justice, of course, but this is a tiny representation of the almost six-hundred images that I made during my six hours in the canyon about a month ago.  Following the pictures in their presentation, we’re essentially going from the beginning to the end…and anyone who’s taken a four to five mile hike in one direction, knows that things can often look so different on the way back to the starting place…lighting, moisture in the morning air, and even the tiredness and level of attention paid by the hiker/photographer can determine how and what things are seen.  I also made several photos of the multitude of wildflowers that I encountered on the trail, but will include them in yet another post of the area.

Please remember that you can click on any photo in the gallery to be taken to a slide show that presents each image in a larger format.