Love and Death

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Last night as I went to bed there was a gentle spring rain tapping against the roof. As I lie there listening to its sweet melodic sound, I thought about how rain gives one permission to stay inside and indulge in comfort as apposed to sunny days that beckon one outdoors and to activity. So, there I was comfortable in bed, listening to the rain and contemplating death. One of my children told me she had a nightmare the night before, dreaming about her own demise. It was the first time this child realized that she was going to die. I thought about the miracle of life, existence and death. What a mystery it is to be alive and then to die. Forget about the big bang, what was there before? Putting God aside, I thought, how did we all get here? How did all this happen? What is the impetus behind life? What does this all mean? This inconceivably massive Universe with all its celestial activity going on all the time and we hardly seem to notice. I like to play a trick on myself every time I have a problem that I find overwhelming. I remind myself that I am standing on a ball, spinning at 1000 miles per hour, hanging in black space, and falling. Not to mention that it looks like we have no support besides the miracle of gravity. And if we fell, where would we fall to? That just puts that little ole problem of mine in perspective. So, I told my daughter that death is with us all the time. Life and creation and death and destruction. The spring leaves are delicate, vulnerable and new every year only shortly to turn glorious colors before their death. I told her death is a natural part of life and that nature is supportive, good, and takes care of her own. So death is nothing to fear and if birth is considered good then so is death. Why would death be any different? The main point is not to get hung up on death, because then you will waste this precious gift of life which we are all sharing. So, I made a mental note to laugh a lot today and I suggested to my daughter that she might do the same.

New York Summer Season

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The summer season has officially begun here in New York. It's a wonderful time. It's made especially so because we are surrounded by beaches and mountains aren't that far away. May is a beautiful month. Blossoms and fragrant smells abound with warm sunny days and cool breezy evenings. Nature has begun to flex her muscles and demonstrate her awesome powers of creation, birth and growth. We experienced such a cold snowy winter this year, spring is especially welcome. I'm reminded of a lovely passage in a book by Susan Hanson called Icons of Loss and Grace, Moments from the Natural World, " Listening to the song of these swimmers on a sunny afternoon, I imagine how such lightness would feel, how such a letting go might lift a heavy spirit turned without forgiveness on itself. Leaning into the curve of the tree, I imagine the mercy of the world consoling and supporting me. I imagine the river and me in it, and the water bearing me away on a current of sweet unfathomable peace."

Andy Rooney on Memorial Day

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Last night on 60 minutes Andy Rooney gave a poignant commentary on Memorial Day. I'm not sure it reads as beautifully as it was spoken, but his sentiment seemed right on target to me. You can read it here. Or if you like, watch it here. I wonder what Memorial Day means to most Americans? Certainly military families and those with children in the military, or families that have served our country, the meaning has enormous depth and purpose. But to the rest of us, is it simply the start of the summer season, summer resorts and summer fun? Do the rest of us even think about or remember all those courageous souls that fought for, or are currently fighting for, the USA? Not to mention all the Americans who gave their lives, or as Andy Rooney said, "had their lives taken." It was only after I lived abroad for several years that the American way of life and all its enormous freedoms I understood. These freedoms are worth fighting for or at least standing up for. Please do not misunderstand me, I am not advocating war. I only wish we had other ways and means of solving our international differences. But today, as we blunder along in our ignorance and continue to use war as a means of defense, protection and economic freedom, let us remember all those remarkable Americans who have done what they could, and still do what they can, to protect and keep us safe.

Why People Photograph

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I often think of something I read that Robert Adams wrote in his book Why People Photograph, "If I like many photographers, and I do, I account for this by noting a quality they share-animation. They may or may not make a living by photography, but they are alive by it." I think many photographers, if not all, can relate to this quote. I don't think that human beings consciously think about wanting to feel alive, but they do search for passion. Passion equates into a lust for life and the sheer joy of being in that state. In the act of creativity you feel something, you have an idea, something unique to you and to be able to capture that through your photography, your work, is exhilarating, inspiring and stimulating.

NYPhoto Festival 09

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One of my photos from my meditation series was exhibited at the New York Photo Festival this past weekend.

Henri Cartier Bresson and The Mind's Eye

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I've been reading a book by Henri Cartier Bresson called The Mind's Eye. He makes the statement-"for the world is movement, and you cannot be stationary in your attitude toward something that is moving." This reminded me of something I had read by J. Krishnamurti. "Reality is a living thing and cannot be captured, and you cannot say it is always there. There is a path only to something which is stationary, to a fixed, static point. To a living thing which is constantly in movement, which has no resting place, how can there be a path to it?" Fascinating statements that make one think. So, how to join the river of life which is always flowing, endlessly moving on, exploring, and pushing forward? I think one has to be self-forgetful. To end all the daily concerns. To be free, open and vulnerable to life requires an empty mind. When the head does not dictate to the heart. In the act and process of photography I am self forgetful. Perhaps that's the beauty of the process for me. I feel as though I'm in the flow.

The New York Photo Festival

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Today is the start of the NYPhoto Festival in New York city.

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Photography and Life

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I started this blog as a live journal, a visual diary concerning photography and life. When one stops to think about it, we are all inextricably tied to the photographic image. Our world has become increasingly visual. What implications does this have for those dedicated to the world of image making, image buying and selling?