More Shoveling Snow

Like I said, we get A LOT of snow. It's snowing right now!

Shoveling Snow

We get a lot of snow here in Fort Collins. That is comparatively to southern California where I lived the last few years. I suppose I'm still fascinated a bit by the snow. Here are some images left behind after shoveling the sidewalk.

Clouds Coffee Portraits and Wilco

Here is another experiment in color, perhaps it was to combat the mass of clouds moving in today bringing the first snow of the year or perhaps it was all the coffee and listening to Wilco's The Whole Love on a loop, but this happened playing around with some recent portraits.

Downtown Loveland and The Start of an Old Artist Statement

The other night I found an artist statement that I had started a while ago. I hardly even remember writing it. My first response was, "where'd this come from?"

[All true art contains the element of death. By death I don't mean a literal death, but a conscious awareness of one's existence. The feeling of a heightened sense of awareness to your environment like the feeling soon after the death of a close loved one, when you see reality as it is and you know, or you think you know, its motivations. I want to boil that feeling down to its essence to make it a dot, a spec, a period with the density of a black hole. The problem is the period becomes smoke and the smoke is impermanent. And that's the great tragic comedy of it all. The smoke can't be nailed down or made into a period. It can't be grasped. Yet, it is a truth experienced. It is evident in the clouds and the side glances of strangers. It can be an honesty so painful it gets hidden. Buried deep down in an anonymous field at midnight somewhere in one of the Dakotas. The contradictory notion of simultaneously existing yet trying to deny one's existence.]

Well, it's a start.

Dreams and Mongrels

these mongrels have no proof
though they may convince you with their forceful stares
and their longish teeth
that could easily tear through clothes
and pinch the skin
but their teeth have spikes
and the spikes have spurs
and the spurs won't allow them to swallow

so hold steady

there is still gasoline in the ice chest
and these shark infested waters
will soon be under the sticky pavement
of white light
and blue sky
and a warm hearted open sun
who in all his millions of dreams
has yet to dream up his own death

RGBandBeeswax

BlackandWhiteandBeeswax

Jellyfish

mystical and foul
the mad shape of things to come
jellyfish aim true

with spineless backs splayed
and ready wet tentacles
they rise from the sea

slow the sea recedes
ebbing a foamy remorse
to an artless sky

Strange Floor Shadows

Goletaville-Day 5 pt.2

This is a building I drive by all the time. It is part of the "industrial complex" part of town. Got to give it up to the architect, he definitely new what he was doing utilizing the shadows from the nearly constant sun here. Just amazing lines and reflections and reflections of lines.

Butterfly Thunderdome-Day 3

Today went better than yesterday, at least in my mind, as I was back on track with just LOOKING. Today was overcast and a bit rainy so I decided to take my flash to see what would happen. Though usually mixing nature and flash is something I consider sacrilege today seemed like a good day to break some self-imposed rules. I think it came out well. I liked being able to just sprinkle some light out there. Now  the question is, would I do it again? By breaking my own rules have I set forth a series of events which will be the cause of my own self-destruction spiraling me into a world of debauchery, immorality, and chaos? Yes, that will probably happen. Still 4 more days to go!

Day 3 stats- 7:30-8:30am, 144 frames.

A Parking Garage in San Francisco

Things are always a bit different after a trip to San Francisco. I made my way up there last weekend for a photography seminar and took these shots while I had a few free moments.

"I see figures, strange figures, weird figures, Steel 186, Anaconda 74, American Cane 138..."

Shot on a recent trip through Joshua Tree. These, indeed, are strange trees. Nightmarish and other worldly. The "flipper babies" of the tree world. I still have trouble sleeping. Other shots from Joshua Tree can be seen here. BTW if anyone knows what the title of this entry is quoting I am most impressed! It is from one of my all time favorite movies.

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