Saturday, October 29, 2011

Blueberry Brain

Violet Beauregard
For some odd reason I've had the image of the blueberry girl from Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory in my head for some days now.  For those of you who do not know the story, it's about 5 children who receive a golden ticket found in random chocolate bars and tour Willy Wonka's chocolate factory for one to win a lifetime supply of chocolate. They are all, except Charlie Bucket, very disagreeable children with equally disagreeable parents. The unfortunate Blueberry Girl is Violet Beauregarde, a bragging, very competitive chewing gum chewer from Atlanta who tries the Three Course Dinner Gum when told not to and as a consequence becomes a very large blueberry. And you know, there is a story there...duh! With the image in my head I had an anticipation regarding writing something meaningful that would come to me on the obvious character defect of this child and that I would write a clever little piece that went with the picture. But try as I might, I can't come up with some profound reason I could put to writing why this image has been in my head so I'll just end this without any real purpose except maybe now Violet will depart my brain...or not, but I gave it a try. Wonder if someone is trying to tell ME something...

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Life with a Filter

Another Saturday with not much to say - so I thought I'd take some of my photos and work with Photoshop Filters. Have to keep the creative flow going somehow - might be a trickle, but it's not shut off.

The pilings in the water in front of my house and to each side are a source of frustration and of shapes. After Hurricane Ivan, only a fraction of people along my street rebuilt their wharfs because, well, because only a fraction of the people still live here!

There are a great many things beautiful in this world to see - either straight on or with a filter!

Saturday, October 15, 2011

People I Saw In New Orleans

The Colors of Japan

I have been trying to keep up the discipline of writing a new post in this blog each weekend. It is my way of staying as current as possible in creating something new, as a writer (of sorts) and a photographer.

I am grouchy today so the well is a tad dry. I looked back at photos I have taken in the past and went through some of the ones I took in Japan.

That trip was quite the plane ride... in coach. I sure remember that long trip but the photos brought back better memories. I hope you enjoy these random photos showing some colors of Japan.

The pond shown above and the flowers shown below were taken in the city of Tokyo. There are beautiful things to see if you just look around.

A red hat...

More flowers...


...the emperor and his wife waving at me!

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Walking Naked into the Arms of God

A couple walked down Garden Street in Pensacola, Florida about 6 PM. As I drove by I could see that she helped him by her two-handed grasp of his left arm. I had just left the health food store and perhaps they were walking to it. What caught my eye at a distance was their attire - she wore a long flowing skirt, a white full blouse and on top of her head a floppy straw hat, her long hair hanging down. He was dressed in an equally full shirt, his pants unnoticed by me. The entire effect of their appearance to me was a portrayal in cloth of the 60's hippie era. Their age and his feebleness stood out as my car moved closer. A rush of thought came to me as I passed the couple by and I knew I had to write these thoughts down and to title them: Walking Naked Into the Arms of God.  I know this is quite a serious title deriving from my simple observations while passing on the street. But don't small things make up the whole? In this case it is constructed from the accumulation of many experiences and observations as well as of stored and currently being formed thoughts and beliefs. All of these shape what we think by what we believe we know.

People dress for a reason and with intent, all but the poorest of the poor who very well may have no choice of what they put on their bodies. Even those who have no choice, such as jail inmates, frequently tattoo themselves to say who they are. Dress for success.  A wedding dress, military uniform, low-riding pants, these all speak to who we are or want to be. Remember when people wore their ball caps with the price tags still on them? What was THAT about? Indian headdress, gang colors, performers, athletic types - all these forms of dress say something about the individual wearing them and they are an outward sign of who and what the person wearing the clothing is or stands for.

This particular couple's effect of dress upon me was what I associated an era and a lifestyle with. As I approached them, I thought - hippies. I even thought that there was a possibility that they were headed to Everman's, the health food store I had just left as they were headed in that direction. At that time of day there are very few stores open in that direction. As I came closer I could see that they were advanced in years and he was rather unsteady and so the effect of their clothing at close range lessened. When I passed them my thoughts went an entirely different direction than a assessment of what type lifestyle they adhere to - it changed to what we hold so dear, strive to portray and maybe believe so fervently in - how it fades with age. The passing of time since I have been here - 50's, 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's and soon it will be through 2011 has seen devotees to lifestyle and different mindsets but then doesn't everything change? Next then I thought how really we all arrived in this world naked, which is how we will also depart it - not literally of course as what an unsightly viewing that would be, but you get the point.
And the world and its desires are coming to an end: but he who does God's pleasure is living for ever. I John 2:17

Sunday, October 2, 2011

What I Saw Today

Vacant Lot Flowers
A Bee

A Bee 2






Sunset East

Sunset West