Windy Night in the Cemetary

The wind was howling and roaring as we shot in the cemtary last night and our eyes played tricks on us. Seeing glowing lights in different areas of the area, we never did go far enough in to see what the light was. It seemed the longer we were there, the more the wind was working up the courage to ask us to leave. We took the hint and left after an hour or so. Some nice shots, or so I think. An interesting night and a good reason to go back there on a clear, non-gusting night.

So I Finally got back to the cemetary last night to shoot. I was also able to borrow a FiSh EyE LEnS to take the shots which was wonderful. I love the effect and the angles you can get with a fish eye, so wild. Here are a few shots, I only did one HDR which is the first shot in the series and remember you can always go onto flickr to view in a larger format:

Pathway to Darkness HDR

Cemetary Tree

Flowers and Headstones

FiSh EyE TrEe

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More HDR Remakes

It seems as if it has been a really long time since I have done this…anyway, I (as is seemingly looking like the case) am still going through old shots that I have not looked at in a while, and am finding that they are pretty decent (or at least some of them) and since I would shoot alot to try and get the various meanings of; apeture, shutter speed, metering, white balance, and all the other interesting jargon that goes along with digital photography and photography in general. I found I can turn some of the shots into HDR. Hdr rather.

Just a quick note, I tend to see the compositions, not the technicallity of it all. I am still learning how much I can actually do with a good lens and a camera that is for sure. And in all that I complain about processing shots, there is definitely an art to this as well, that I dont really know well. But we are all students in life arent we? Okay, so maybe not everyone.

Back to the original story here…So as I am looking through these shots I am noticing, again, that I tend not to look at shots on the computer after I go out t shoot, cause I dont like processing photos at all. It takes alot of time, and I dont have any luck with computers, at all, so I am stuck with a working space that takes anywhere from 2-10 mins to load a picture into photoshop or capture nx (which are the two programs I use the most, although photomatrix has been a fave for a while too). All that said it does not make for a “good time” processing, so I usually end up painting or going out to take more shots instead. Im into a more embodied style of creativity, I suppose (whatever that means??).  But here are a few that I have been chipping away on…

The first two are from a late night industrial adventure in Calgary with my brother-in-law, upon which, we witnessed a truck pull up and a transaction (a more embodied one) took place between two individuals a little ways away from where we were shooting. Although my brother-in-law disputes the type of transaction that took place, never-the-less, a transaction of sorts took place….

Industrial HDR 1

Industrial HDR 2

Here are another couple shots from that night as well…

Conventional Pespective

Perspective I like a Whole lot More

So I may as well share the last HDR (although Im sure that I will post many more in the near future). It is from Park Lake (which is more of a scummy pond than anything else when it comes to swimming) which is a favorite spot of mine, not only to shoot, but just to collect myself and have some introspective time, or to write. Enjoy…

 

Park Lake HDR 1

As Always, You can also view these full size on the flickr link on the right of the screen…

The Phoenix Rises Again…& Again…& Again…

My life, and I suppose most peoples lives in one fashion or another, is filled with change and death. Death is change, and change is death. I dont mean death only in the traditional “dead body” sense. No, no, no, I mean like each moment dies into another moment and is then reborn to the next, no holding on to anything, just dying. Each and every moment. Now while the phoenix itself, is of great symbolism in my life*, is maybe not nessisarily representative of the whole “die to each moment” part of rebirth; it seems to hold that symbolism for me. So as I think about the phoenix I can only say that it is a symbol which pops up in my life over and over and over, hence the name of the blog, website, and so on. So here is another visual piece that has come up today. It is a digital art sort of piece I guess, abstract, deep and dark. But I feel at home in the dark and in the light these days (there is always solice to be found in both darkness and light) which is a nice change. As Jung talked about the shadow being such a driving force in creativity, all of the red, orange, and black that I am drawn too, is also a testament to that. As Nietzsche states, “We have art so that we shall not die of reality.” And thus, reality, is what we all really run from isnt it? Look at all the paradoxes of life:

Paradox

 

As the globe is illuminated by a pale magenta glow,

A women is raped.

As the snowflakes float down to tickle my face,

A man has been beaten and killed.

As the unity of all universal beauty commences in my heart,

A child has been struck.

A dying breed, that continues on…

 

2006

 

I suppose it is quite a nihlistic view of the world, but none the less, it is a picture of expression for that time in my life and how I felt in the world. I would not say that I still feel the same, but I would not say that I dont either. So here is the piece I have been talking about, Enjoy…

 

phoenix

 

“Phoenix Taking Form” 2009

 

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*I have one tattooed on my left shoulder which was designed by a good friend (check out Rion-art link if you want to see his stuff).

Here is a self-portrait of my tattoo:

Phoenix Tat

Tattoo done by Mike Peace, Calgary, AB, (cant tell you the year, but it has been a while…)

Going Through Old Photos

Since it is so ridiculously cold I have decided to go through a bunch of old photos to see what I can come up with. I have been trying to make my way through all the shots on my external hard drive, but still have not gotten very far. I tend to take a bunch of shots, upload them, look at them quick, process one or two, and then leave the whole batch of em for some other day. I dont really like to process on the computer, it is way too slow (on my piece of shit computer) and I dont feel like I am doing anything (unlike when I am shooting, sculpting, painting, writing and what have you). So I have been doing nothing (editing photos) off and on today and last night, so here are a few.

These shots are from the Huge Garden in Summerland BC up in the Hill (I cant remember what it is called). They are also some of the first shots I had ever taken with my D40x in summer 2006. These were not shot in Raw cause I did not have much of a memory card back then, and was mostly using the “closeup” or “landscape” setting as I was still trying to learn, but some of them arnt half bad. Let me know what you think (and as always you can click on my flickr photo link to see them screen size and many more shots from the Summerland Garden of 2006):

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Grasshopper in a Flower Bed

 

Web of all Webs

 

Bee on the Move

 

Glowing Red

 

Detail

A Simple Koan

I have been doing a lot of responses to what my unconscious mind seems to put down on a canvas or paper or whatever I am using at the time. This is just the simple process of expressive arts and using art as a path in itself. Anyway, the piece iself is oil pastel, and is called

 

Fluffy Bunnies: Theres Heaven, Theres Hell, then there is the Balance of NOthing that lies in-between. 

Fluffy Bunnies: Theres Heaven, Theres Hell, then there is the Balance of NOthing in-between

So that is the piece itself, here is the response to it, note I tend to have many images of faces turn up in almost everyone of my paintings. The unconscious is an interesting thing.

A Simple Koan:

 

Faces,

            Faces,

                        Faces with no face at all,

 

To whom to come;

            To whom to fall,

                        For they have no names at all,

 

The Faces…

                                       So many Faces,

                        Eyes seem to call,

 

“nothing”…

                        “nothing at all.”

 

For it is only in my mind,

            That there is such a grind,

                        To create such a scheme,

                                    Or,

                                                Is it all just a dream?

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One

One

Pulsating pathways,

                A flexible muse

                                Rolling & twisting,

                                                Cracking and vulnerable.

 

The Rhythm is earth,

                The world interconnected.

                                Weaving the pearl within,

                                                Aching waves of movement.

 

Ancient unions,

                Historic relationships;

                                Journey.

                                                Far reaching strength.

 

Wisdom and guidance,

                Braiding ball and chain

                                Intertwined forever;

                                                Life.

Balancing noose,

                Fluid breath,

                                Shaking in infinity;

                                                Beyond.

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Walking the Dog

Thought I would take the dog for a little walk on the ridge yesterday and brought my camera along to see what I could see. Was a nice walk although the wind really picked up and you can tell in some of the shots. But all in all, a nice little outing. Enjoy…

 

Just in Case

 

Icy Blue Bridge

Ridge Walk 2

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In Progress

In progress…

 Peering through the glass door,

                One just never knows,

                                What the depths will bring you,

                                                Or if the hole will close.

Looking at the earth,

                It breaks my heart in half,

                                Yet, I still don’t know,

                                                If there is a true path.

Trapped behind a curtain,

                I sat by idle and cried,

                                No freedom or respect their,

                                                And no matter what I lied.

It all just seems so crazy,

                So fucked up and surreal,

                                What I had to do for survival,

                                                Begrudgingly… start to feel.

The really big issue was that, I never got to heal,

from all of the suffering, pain and utter shame,

being on top of the world ,

                                then wanting to blow myself away.

The rollercoaster up and down,

                Made my mind twist and turn round and round,

In a ridiculous circle,

                                (Have you seen that internet commercial?)

                                                                The wild comments and allegations,

But I worked there too and,

And even then, had my own reservations,

But I wanted to help,

The suffering addicts,

                To find the life,

                                                I thought I had,

Until I did some reading,

                                Which made me feel sort of sad.

I somehow feel guilty,

                But know if was not my fault,

                                And yet that does not seem to,

                                                Jive with the all the thoughts, in my unconscious vault.

I never wronged,

                I loved and cared,

                                For others whom my empathy,

                                                Was completely shared.

See,

That is just the problem,

                The issue that I have,

                                I just feel things so deeply,

                                                Which sometimes makes me very sad,

It comes and goes,

                Mind ravaged with madness,

It feels so numb only, fro – Zen

The pathless path,

I was once on,

                Or so it feels,

                                On my brand new, Road to ashes.

Cause here’s the thing,

                Here’s the catch,

                                I know in my heart,

In the bottom of my soul,

                I must die again,

                                Like ashes in my pipe bowl.

I am afraid,

I am unsure,

                                                It makes no sense,

                                                                                                And is quite fucking obscure.

This psychedelic trauma,

                And the rest of the Trip,

And it feels like an iceberg,

                This is only the tip.

Sure I had some issues,

                Who the fuck does not? 

Write it on the tissues,

Used to untie my minds knot,

                Of which all,

Was the credit that you took,

                                Did you write my thesis too?

Did you write my fuckin book?

                                These words are only,

                A representation of how I feel,

I wish you could see,

                How it is for me sometimes to deal.

 I cannot blame,

                I cannot point the finger,

But the struggle I have,

                                                Is that it still lingers,

Within my vast,

                Psyche in fact,

                                But I still have trouble,

                                                Knowing how to act,

In many situations,

                What the hell is that supposed to mean,

                                                SITUATIONS.

I guess that’s the thing,

                When we are all really asleep,

                                And unaware of the fact,

                                                That most of us are just a bunch of fuckin sheep.

I have a real problem,

                With being a sheep myself,

                                and I know that most of time,

it is very bad, indeed, for my mental health.

For no one likes a person,

                who comes off as confident,

                                and Ill tell you sometimes,

                                                it is hard to pay the rent.

In this world,

                This place that we have built,

                                9-5, 44 hours a week,

                                                While our being just continues to wilt.

A fuckin madman,

                I must be,

                                To make the any of the claims,

                                                That I be,

 Whatever.

 That’s just the Alberta in me,

                The redneck, yes indeed,

That can’t see all as equal,

                Or that people that are in need,

Of a community that gives,

                Not tears us all apart,

                                A community of love,

                                                That we all take in part,

Some responsibility and some real reflections,

                And a lesson to be learned in freedom,

                                A thought that when we look at him,

                                                Not everyone wants to be him.

Or him, or her,

                In your fuckin little cult,

                                Wake the fuck up, and realize,

                                                The abuse that you have dealt.

This is the voice,

                The voice of just,

A scared little boy

                                A child who loved, and cried, and felt fear,

And at times could also be very coy…

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HDR Frenzy

Cemetary Gate HDR

The last couple days, the sun has decided to come out to say hello, so I decided to go and greet this wonderful entity. The interesting part of it all was, the sun decided to play hide and go seek all day long. The lighting changed drastically from moment to moment, a lot like life. Nothing remains stagnant, only movement, death and rebirth. So I spent the afternoon in a cemetery. What a beautiful place to go. The trees all have so much character and depth, while even situated off a busy road (although the other side backs onto the huge coolie in Lethbridge) it was silent. Giving me lots of time to reflect and appreciate the interconnectedness of life and death, family and attachments. There is so much wisdom that can radiate from a tree. I think that we can learn so much from a tree when it all comes down to it. When a storm comes, they just go with the flow, roots grounded and balanced. Not trying to resist what is.

 

I want to face life like a tree…Tree in a Puddle

So this shot up top is one of the few that I took for an HDR. Then I thought I would try to unwrap it all in photomatrix as well. Quite happy with this shot here as well….

Psychedellic tree

Also did a decided to take my orange cokin filter to see what it could do with HDR, the orange filter seems to pick up very well when it is a little bit cloudy or has that grey lighting outside; which was the case when I took the shot. Its a little weird, but it is what it is.

Walkway to everyones fate

And last but not least, I ripped home after the cemetary in the afternoon grabbed some food and when out to an area I have never been before that is a few minutes away from my house. The colors were sort of muted, so I thought that I would also have the HDR reflect that, it sort of fades in and out of color and is really surreal. I posted a bunch more shots on flickr, if you are interested as well as these shots in full size.  Please enjoy and comment if you like it or hate it or what, I am good either way.

Going Southwest

 

 

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A Few Quick Shots on a Monday Afternoon

Here is a couple shots I took yesterday on my class break and while setting up my class. I have brought my camera out before but never tend to use it. It is a very different place as it is on a First Nations Reserve and the college building is the old residential school. I do feel quite fortunate to have had the opportunity to teach out there for a couple years now, giving me a window into the First Nations culture and struggles that they face.  Sunspots

And here is a chair out back surrounded by bags that are blown there during the crazy wind that blows through the Southern Alberta plains a lot of the time.

Residential Remains

 

And greyscale conversion of a different angle

Sunspots B&W

Hope you enjoy! I will leave you with a shot of a Sundance Pole that I took last year when teaching my Healing through the arts class. We went to the site to take it in and learn to see with different eyes, eyes of the sacred, deeply seeing. Check out http://www.alexgrey.com/ or his book The Mission of Art for more info on that.

Sundance Pole 2

Again, please click on the right hand side to go to Flickr to see these shots in full size if you are interested…

 

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