Nite thoughts on art...

 Photography and time.

As I purchase and play with more cameras I feel like I'm looking for the perfect image. I'm looking for the image that will let me sleep easy at night saying I have done my best.

Capturing moments that will never be able to be repeated. Timelessness.

Is there a dark innocence in preserving moments in a world where nothing gets preserved.

Our minds, our home, our enemy. We are always looking to solve the next problem. There is no rest in that special space between.

How do we keep our minds pure? Pure and free like the Galapagos Islands were 30 years ago.

We can only search for a purity in our art, because achieving purity in our daily lives is next to impossible.

That's what I am going for, more purity in my photography, more honesty.

Hopefully just the search will be enough.

Thoughts.

Transformative

John O'Donoghue has a book about beauty that is very beautiful in itself. I ordered it on a whim from eBay.

He talks about the beauty of nature and landscape and how it nourishes us and can be transformative.

We need something to inspire us during this ongoing pandemic and nature is my go to friend.

Even just absorbing the fragrant mountain forest outside my back window for a few minutes, especially after a rainstorm can rejuvenate me in surprising ways.

It's as if that little moment has reaffirmed some inner belief about beauty and now I can go back to my usual day of thinking about what's next.

I have a great place but I long to live in a small town over here, free of cars and free of people. Solitude with my wife and a dog and my camera and a simple life...

Maybe I can make that happen in a couple of years. For tomorrow it's back to work wearing masks on the subway , not exactly the aesthetic that I crave but necessary in the short term.

Rick

Moods

Time although it doesn't really exist in the universe, seems to be working against me in mine.

Another birthday is approaching and physically I feel more strained. 

(Ive been reading Bukowski again so I might need to go on a good rant...My world is so good and with so much promise, albeit it seems slightly diluted...no booze, no weed, no concerts, no unpredictability... my adrenaline constantly being blocked by this fucking medication)

There I feel slightly liberated in the moment here...

Teaching is a strenuous job physically and mentally, and I can definitely say that after three years of delivering the education...I'm tired.

I'm conflict free and life is good in so many ways, I really shouldn't complain.

My photography continues to save my soul everyday. My marriage is going swimmingly. 

I love my life...however on my last day off I feel like complaining about something...You know the feeling?

This is why I meditate...this inability to just be and enjoy the moment.

I'm off to enjoy nature...maybe that will help with my mood...