Daily Archives: April 9, 2012
Merrill
Warburton Lane
They literally painted the town red!
The Agra fort, a monument decked up in red stone towering against the bright blue sky burning scarlet in the scorching sun. It was majestic, royal and richness screamed from every red stone. Despite being host to a number of rulers and numerous brutal attacks, the fort is still remained quite intact. As I entered the fort gate I was swamped by a crowd of guides desperate to score a group of tourists, but luckily for us it went the other way round. We scored an excellent guide. He walked us through every corner of the fort unfolding the architectural intricacies and thoughtful details of the fortress. Here’s a walk-through of the fort through my pictures.
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Tranquility
Wood work…
Out of the mud two strangers came
And caught me splitting wood in the yard,
And one of them put me off my aim
By hailing cheerily “Hit them hard!”
…
The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.
…
Nothing on either side was said.
They knew they had but to stay their stay
And all their logic would fill my head:
As that I had no right to play
With what was another man’s work for gain.
My right might be love but theirs was need.
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La Cloche Mountains
Like strokes of a Painter’s brush
A swath of color here
A dash of color there
The mountains come alive
In the early morning light
The surface of the lake
Awash in reflective color
Of the surrounding hills
A touch of mist
On the far shoreline
Fallen leaves drifting aimlessly
Before the morning breeze
As the sun emerges
Over the eastern horizon
Splashing its golden glow
On the emerging mountains
From the shadows of night
A far rocky point is awash
With tentacles of sunlight
The sun now reaching
The depths of the shoreline
The trees alive with morning light
A small pine tree
Alone on a near point
Glowing from the sunlight
Like a warning beacon
To attract passing canoeists
Thus concludes a wonderful
Fall morning to be found
Amongst the La Cloche Mountains
The above photo captured what is a common site in the La Cloche Mountain Range
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Just because you find it, don’t stop searching
Recently I went for a walk in Portola Redwoods State Park. The ostensible purpose was to photograph the small but scenic Tip Toe Falls. After scouting the area I chose an oblique view to include the ferns and color from the adjacent cliff walls.
This image is actually a composite of three photographs. The shutter speed for the base photo was chosen to obtain a balance between motion blur and capturing detail in the flow of water over the fall. However, under those condition the water in the pool looked “frozen”, as that water was moving slower. A second exposure was made with a slower shutter speed, and the area of the pool was copied and pasted into the original photograph. A third image was taken, exposed to bring out some shadow detail on the cliff wall, and the relevant areas copied and pasted into the original. Selective contrast…
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What Will the Third Eye See?
Most times, I have a Third Eye with me. I will it to see what my eyes see, but it doesn’t always work. I ask it to see for me, what only can be seen in my mind, but that doesn’t always work either. But often it does and mostly it does give me something to carve out the sought after image. It was a blue sky that day, but the Eye gave me washed out gray, which was beautiful in its own way, but today I decided on blue and in an hour I could prefer washed out gray.
It says something, don’t you think? It says something to me or I would not have asked my Third Eye to see it too. I wish it could go without saying, but that is not always how it works. Or, I wish you could tell me what is says to…
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Listen To This Song!
What do I want Lord? I declare I know not,
Feel me, see me, please be wise and leave me,
I am weak and lonely, this life I live with zombies,
You need not fear my ego, still to find,
I see the duty you define.
I must choose now, just before I end this,
Waiting, taking, I cannot confess it,
Love as drove me deeper, I feel I can’t deny it,
I wash away my mind, into this song,
The song I write to you my friends of long.
Doubt me, beat me, just be kind and end me,
I can’t sleep now, time will soon forget me,
Hold my hand my friends now, I need you more that air,
For this jealousy inside, I can’t confide,
I need your light to show me right tonight.
Why do you tempt me? Haven’t you condemned me,
Loathing and wasting, priding…
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Conceptual Art 