Reality, Art & The Slow Moving State of Flux

Slow Moving State of Flux

Haven In the Woods

CAUTION: DEEP THOUGHTS AHEAD!

I tend to think of reality as basically a really slow-moving state of flux. (slow relative to the speed of light, that is.)

You know how people once thought of solid matter as actually… solid? Only now we now that if you zoom in far enough, you can see that matter is made up of particles that are constantly moving. They have space in between them. Which means the whole mosaic of solid matter isn’t solid at all!

What’s more, if you apply say, heat to solid matter, many types of it either melt, cook, or shift into another form of matter altogether.

I tend to see reality the same way. Changeable. Shiftable. “The result of” something, not “what IS.” So if I don’t like my current reality selection – or want to refine it into something more pleasing to me – I apply my own kind of heat. That could be different thoughts, actions, feelings… because those are the ingredients, that when combined, become my current reality selection.

In my photography/art, I love creating different realities. I wish I could draw well enough to do it when it comes to art – but instead I use my camera as a sort of basic paintbrush and go from there. Sometimes the results look like what many refer to as “real”… sometimes they’re completely outside those lines.

I love both. Because I know that each is simply a different arrangement of molecules… with a different amount of “heat” applied… changeable at any moment.

Just like life.
Cue the credits…

The Players:

The “Reality” Selection: “Haven in the Woods”. Viewable here.
The Solid Matter: Really cool house in the woods in Soda Springs, Sierra Nevada Mountains, California.
The Paintbrush: Fujifilm X-T1/16-55mm lens. ISO 200, f/11.
The Easel: Really Right Stuff TVC34 tripod, BH-40 ballhead.
The Heat: Adobe Photoshop, Topaz Impression (a couple of different filters), Macphun Aurora HDR Pro, Alien Skin, NIK’s Viveza, my own textures.
The Result: Joy, happy heart, pleasant surprise, eagerness to do more; scene expressed in my own voice – as it wanted to be heard that day. If I did it again on a different day – it would likely be completely different.

Deep thoughts, over and out!

Finding Your Voice: Day 5. Element.

Welcome to Day 5 of our fun series: “Finding Your Voice… 10 Days, 10 Concepts To Help You Find Your Photographic Voice”

My Favorite Element is _______.

Let’s talk elements. I don’t ONLY mean the natural elements of wind, earth, fire and water. I mean MANY other elements that might be part of what you’re drawn to – that all contribute to finding your Artist’s Voice.

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The Textures of Paris

Paris in the Springtime

I’ll keep today’s missive short(er)… since lately I’ve just been blabbing like a babbling brook, haven’t I? Heh.
So… put on some lovely French jazz, heat up a croissant and pour yourself a cuppa cappuccino… we’re going to Paris today!

We’ll talk about these two images in a sec… but first, I AM going to Paris in May! In fact, you could join me if you’re in the mood for an awesome street photography workshop. No, I’m not teaching it… but I’m tagging along, doing video, Virtual Photo Walks, etc!

Valerie Jardin is a good friend of mine, who gives the most incredible street photography workshops in amazing places… Paris, Rome, NYC, etc. She’s also French and knows Paris like the natives. Maybe better, since she sees it through the lens of a camera. TOTALLY different view!

Anyhoo, her May workshop was completely booked up – but suddenly just had 2 spaces open up. They’ll be snapped up in no time flat, I’m sure.

So I thought (I’m a thinker, I am!) HOW FUN it would be if a couple of folks from the KHutt camp came along! Street photography… Paris… May?? SIGN ME UP!
Oh wait. I already did. Grin.
And now – you can too, if you wanna join us for an amazeballs week in Paris at the end of May!

Before/After and Why It Matters

They were taken in Paris, naturellement. This was from one snowy December night in 2010. That was the trip I vowed I would one day visit Paris again – in May!

But I’m bringing textures into the conversation – since R&D is still going on with the new ones Tanya Wallis and I are developing. So I took this photo of a corner in the Bastille neighborhood of Paris… which I liked a great deal…

RueDuCreperie
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Winter, Where Art Thou?

Winter Used to Mean… Winter

I love winter in the mountains. The entire landscape changes from earth tones to otherworldly winter white, there are different birds flitting about… even the sounds change. Everything gets quieter, more muted. You can see better at night! These are all things I love about winter. And up here, it’s still winter in spring… as depicted in this image, from last April:

Steps

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The Harvest of Gold

Harvest… It’s Only PART of the Story!

Autumn is harvest time.
And personally, I like the idea of harvesting gold.
It doesn’t have to be literal gold… although… wait, give me a moment.

[She pauses. Muses.]

Yep, kinda love that idea too.
But there’s more to this ‘golden harvest’ notion that I like…

GoldenGrove

(Photo story: taken in Truckee last year – but I never posted it on my blog. The nicest man in town was generous enough to let me venture into his amazing yard. It was breathtaking! I gave the best ones to him to thank him for the unfettered, exclusive access. His family made a Christmas card out of one of them. It was all so cool.)

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The Ice Tunnel

She stopped at the entrance and grimaced. Ice. Her least favorite element. She took a deep breath and prepared to kick her way in. Wouldn’t be the first time.

No matter what the townsfolk blathered on about, she knew for a fact that she wasn’t a queen, an ancient kingdom did not await, the ice would not magically part to let her through – and elves, bells and everything nice were all just a fairy tale.

Now if she could only explain why she’d been hearing faint laughter and tinkling for the past half hour… and why the ice that was solid to the ground moments before was now inexplicably knee-high. And rising.

IceTunnel

I couldn’t resist. heehee.