Tag Archives: photography

Today’s resolution: A little mind dance

20 Oct

There have been times when my imagination has gotten me into trouble or thrown me into an anxious looping frenzy. Mostly, though, imagination has been my salvation. The world of my mind is a bright, brilliantly intense place of dance, color, light and song (yes, there, I can actually sing … and I dance, dance, dance in the music video of my life), and it’s full of imaginative people with the faces of flowers. As you may imagine, I have never needed hallucinogens.

Imagination means I never run out of ideas for articles and stories, and I never tire of interviewing interesting people. I marvel at my life sometimes, amazed that I’ve managed a career that allows me to run with my imagination.

So, today, I share with you another favorite passage from J. Ruth Gendler‘s The Book of Qualities:

“When Imagination walks, she writes letters to the earth. When she runs, her feet trace postcards to the sun. And when she dances, when she dances, she sends love letters to the stars.

“Some people accuse Imagination of being a liar. They don’t understand that she has her own ways of uncovering the truth. She studied journalism in junior high school. It gave her an excuse to interview interesting people. She was surprisingly good at writing articles. When in doubt, she just made things up. More recently, Imagination has been working as a fortuneteller in the circus. She has this way of telling your fortune so clearly that you believe her, and then your wishes start to come true.

“Imagination is studying photography now with an eye toward making films. She has no intention of working in one of those factories where they manufacture images that lull us to sleep. Her vision is more complex, and very simple. Even with the old stories, she wants us to see what has never been seen before.”

I very much want to meet Ms. Gendler.

Dancing statues near the Clinton Library, Little Rock, Ark. (2011/RO)

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Today’s resolution: Stones, rolling

27 Aug

Fraught with peril

Yesterday, I took myself and this newly made bracelet to the great outdoors (my back yard) for an impromptu photo shoot.

I carefully positioned the stones on a large quartz rock, then stepped away and squatted on my heels to get the angle I wanted. I had to lean, dip and bob to get myself and the camera situated to catch the light for a usable shot. I’m not a photographer so I’m happy when the photo’s in focus and the color’s true; to me, that’s a usable shot.

So I shot, then waited patiently for the digital camera to rev back up for a second photo. While waiting, I rocked back on my heels.

I overrocked, felt myself going back. That’s when I did the turtle roll.

Instinctively, I curled my spine and as my butt hit the ground, I rolled back, legs bent toward my chest, feet skyward. Rolled all the way to my neck, then let the momentum carry me forward so I could do a little flippy thing and end up on my feet. Pretty cool, especially since I didn’t hurt myself. And no one saw me.

 

Today’s resolution: Discover a secret garden

26 Aug

“Stillness will meet you for tea or a walk by the ocean. You must be gentle when you approach her. She is more sensitive than we can even imagine and she does not explain herself much. Sometimes I bring her flowers — not because she needs them (she tends several gardens) — but because I am better able to meet her when I am carrying flowers. Her favorite time is dawn.” — J. Ruth Gendler, The Book of Qualities

Rose garden, Valencia, California (2011/RO)

Today’s resolution: Crime scene investigation

15 Aug

While visiting my friend Laura on Saturday, I tramped out to her backyard to shoot random photos. I do that wherever I go because I find a little photo therapy soothes my brain, which is usually possessed by a fiery word fever unquenched by conversation or anything else to do with words. Words are my life but sometimes they swarm and it’s too much. Images cool the fire.

In Laura’s backyard, I found stands of whispering bamboo in a corner and sideyard and lush hydrangea, hibiscus and potted greenery beside and on the deck tucked into a corner under her kitchen window. Street noise rumbling in the background distracted me but failed to disturb the serenity of the green day.

Happily, I snapped photos as fast as the digital camera lag let me, then …

… I stepped onto the deck, where I encountered a grisly scene. Choking on the bitter black bile of horror, I gazed upon two floppy bodies limp with their eyes staring … staring … staring.

They appeared to have been shaken violently and flung to the ground, then left to lie as they fell. The hard rain of the previous night had reduced them to soggy lumps. It looked like a scene from Toy Story, the one in which we first see the tortured toys.

See for yourself.

Callously flung aside, left out in the rain

Take a closer look.

Heartbreaking

Can you stand any more?

Keep scrolling.

Splat, splayed

As you can see, my photography was no longer casual, but forensic.

Clues? I looked for clues.

I found one. What do you think?

A suspect?

Here are the suspects. Who looks more likely? They have a history, you know. Laura has recorded their escapades on her blog — thelollydiaries.com. Check it out, then decide.

Tess

Zuzu