I was parked at a mountain trail and this raven came over for a visit. I just so happened to have picked up a new lens and was doing a timelapse test when the raven flew over and landed on my car. It proceeded to speak to me in strange tongues, while performing intermittent dances. …
Let’s set the tone with a hälts minimotion, motion picture experiments and quirky soundscapes, this one I did play on the accordion that I found buried in a closet, resurrected and definitely not perfected. The end is near, it is always near, omnipresent although never quite certain exactly where it is, or when it will …
Currently I don’t have a whole lot of words. I am working on a variety of moving visual content and practicing mindfulness in the elders garden. Been reading a lot, mostly about peregrine falcons and a book on fear. There seems to be a bounty of fear, as if it was in vogue. Fear not, …
At night, I can hear Earth’s voice clearly, free from the sounds of engines roaring, and considerably less airplanes soaring. I look up at the stars and wonder if there will be a day when the robots take over. I have been meaning to get this book called ‘Novocene’ by James Lovelock. Lovelock introduced the hypothesis …
First a visual poem. and now a poem inspired by Pablo Neruda, as reflected in the first line… Today I can write the saddest lines. I can write about a heart that was crushed as the ice I walk on along the rivers edge. I can write about the loneliness that filled the void, …
Someone said to me that we live in strange times. Funny though, when weren’t the times strange? It is easy to romanticise about the good old days. When you really look at the past there has been strangeness all along. We have fought in many many wars. We have experienced pandemics and plagues that wiped …
the painter man….. hälts minimotion featuring a painting made in the pandemic era. In the back of my mind, something does not seem right.
This has been life lately, living in a time of perceived crisis, wondering how we fair through this storm. More posts coming, I am still at a loss for words, except take care of your elders, and stay well.
I don’t have a whole lot of words to express. I could on about how I am feeling, or talk about the weather. Or, I might say that winter has been a chore, and most certainly not a bore. I embraced the winter this year, I let old things die, and revived a passion for …
Once they are gone, they are gone, and no amount of money will ever bring them back. We as a specie are fast to throw money after devatstaing events thinking money will fix the crisis, it won’t, it never has, and it never will. We are more dependent on money than we are oxygen it …
