Hopeful in a time of despair...

How? Moment by moment, bit by bit, conscience thought by conscience thought, day by day, all the time try and find remnants, fractions and pieces of good, in you and the world, and you put them all together, hold them tight, and focus on them, grasp them with all the love you can muster, that type of love the allows hope to remain, to resist evil, and to flourish in strange times!

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whats in a photo...?

Yes I guess many would say people who take photos miss the small moments, cos they're too obsessed with whats happening behind the lens, well I agree and I don't agree. I would just have disagreed but a while ago while travelling with my wife she alluded to the fact that I shouldn't just focus on the photos, but also need to take things in, adsorb, experience, etc. and she's right, very much so... Its important (for me) to get the photos, but my motivation is now different, I know only take photos if there is something that will allow me to express my art, to capture something special, odd, unexpected etc. but I don't wander around taking photos for the hell of it. I've realised that I've grown as a photographer, so when I enter a place or context I very quickly identify photos to take if any, if there is nothing I put my camera away and take in the scenes, the life, and absorb whats going on around me. I prioritise the experience, when the scene or con...

Time for Change...

And so the time comes for change, and to embrace it is a given, for to not do so equates to a parochial world view akin to a peephole...We are what we live, what we yearn for deep inside and how we strive to make that real. I hold ethics and trust high on my moral outlook but keeping those grounded in reality is sometimes more challenging than I thought. The world has it's own rules it seems, and like I've said before, its easy to give advice, its quite another to test its validity at the point of contact...I'm reminded of a speech by Roosevelt, part of which states the following. " It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does ...

A contradiction..

Strange how we find stimulation in the 'unusual' the 'unordinary', similarly I think, the same applies to beauty. It's more emotionally moving when it's unexpected, like the shock of finding it drives the sense of wonder even higher. I think one of the worse reactions we can have is to try and explain something we know little or nothing about, but ask feel this incling to understand it by rationalising it, instead of just alleviating it in the context of its discovery!

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