Ezequiel Montes mercado sobre ruedas: portrait of a happy merchant ii
6/11/18
a fervent and hopeful wish
Ezequiel Montes mercado sobre ruedas: portrait of a happy merchant ii
2/24/14
our naked words can be the richest pauper
Do we lie to others and to ourselves because we are painfully aware of the unavoidable and unbearable exposure? Do we pretend we can clothe ourselves, our most intimate secrets, disguised as words that don't truly belong to us? We pretend that we are covered and appear to others as what we are not when the fact of our true shape and color is always visible to any who honestly want to see or those that just can.
The only clothing our words can carry are emperor's robes. We want to believe the fantasy that we can clothe our word. Others want to believe it as well and fool themselves into seeing the disguise.
Not everyone can see the clarity and transparency of the situation, some times not even our own eyes, but the truth of our words is ever present.
We imprison our own minds with these false words. They can only be a wall that separates us from our true selves and the reality of the world.We can live free if we speak from our hearts and learn to shoulder the consequences and truly appreciate and become open to the rewards of the vulnerability of those true-colored words.
3/5/12
arborskin gold
This arborskin, smooth and supple, follows every curve and hollow like a very long glove. The golden pattern mimics a cephalopod talking to another through changing shapes on it's surface or trying to make it difficult for an enemy to notice him. Either way, the design, the texture and the gentle, inviting wrinkles gathered around the various bends speak to me. It all whispers of the peaceful, charmed existence this zen giant lives surrounded by his golden arborskin clan. This soothing sight gives me comfort and tranquility.
8/29/09
Fairland Strav. Orphans -- a photographer's tale
OK, so I'm driving along a back road, behind a big railroad yard this time and I see a couch. Not that abnormal, right? I get out take some pics and move on down the road some more. What do I find about a hundred feet further? Hmm. Another couch. Ok, take pics, move on. And would you believe a hundred feet further from that I find ANOTHER couch??! yep. It was sad. All three orphans on the same road. So close togehter and yet too far apart to huddle for warmth. It just seems criminal. ; ]
Here's the other two sisters:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/citlalis_ocean/3866484539/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/citlalis_ocean/3866527555/in/photostream/
10/8/08
raining star
celestial petals fall.
Shadows bleed
over the edge.
The sky closes it's eye and
comforting darkness
lulls the world to sleep.
9/29/08
date night under the porch light
9/23/08
elephant
3/4/08
wistful
into mindless shuffling steps;
sandy crumbles disappear
melting in a roaring sea.
caressing
blades of grass folding.
Scent of petals floats
to a nearby stream.
Resisting water barely nudges;
rolling to the edge and
falling back again...
2/12/08
macro nude iii
An interesting thing happened to me last September. I was invited to participate in a photo project. Exciting, right? I thought so. He asked for wide nude SPs, I offered macros and he agreed but kept insisting on "wider, wider". When he finally posted a macro it was altered to look like a porn close-up and titled sleazy to match -- refusing to use any identifying tags. I asked him to remove the photo and when he finally did he threw down some insults and then blocked me.
Lesson learned:
Make sure both parties agreen on EXACTLY what they want from the collaboration.
I call it my Mastercard moment:
Collaborating with a "friend" on a nude project: RISKY.
Finding out he really wanted more than you would offer: OBVIOUS.
Getting blocked by someone who turned out to be a jerk anyway: PRICELESS. = ]
2/8/08
revealing intention
An interesting thing happened to me last September. I was invited to participate in a photo project. Exciting, right? I thought so. He asked for wide nude SPs, I offered macros and he agreed but kept insisting on "wider, wider". When he finally posted a macro it was altered to look like a porn close-up and titled sleazy to match -- refusing to use any identifying tags. I asked him to remove the photo and when he finally did he threw down some insults and then blocked me.
Lesson learned:
Make sure both parties agreen on EXACTLY what they want from the collaboration.
I call it my Mastercard moment:
Collaborating with a "friend" on a nude project: RISKY.
Finding out he really wanted more than you would offer: OBVIOUS.
Getting blocked by someone who turned out to be a jerk anyway: PRICELESS. = ]
2/7/08
dead, discarded, disregarded
2/5/08
basking
1/1/08
brand new day
Sometimes I feel discouraged, exposed, brittle and trapped;
but today is a new day.
Today I can untangle, break free and start fresh.
Today is a brand new day.
12/30/07
12/24/07
12/3/07
11/30/07
cetacean nights
11/19/07
11/7/07
the dandelion eclipse
11/3/07
Peace
My soul feels peace;
my eyes are set on the sleeping dragon.
The shapes of the reptile, elegant and lithe.
Does he dream of clear waters and lush trees?
His somnolent dignity betrays no ambition.
Perhaps his fantasy lies in the simple bliss of now.
I watch the lizard smile at his own quiet revelation.
My soul feels at peace;
present in this green moment.
11/1/07
Cynical Indulgence: ambiguity's epidemic
10/26/07
...serenity of mind...
10/12/07
closed
It grows and becomes stronger with age; sometimes with love and other times with strife or sadness. Sometimes it takes shelter to protect itself and sometimes it even closes up completely. It's tough to open up again.
If we're lucky, a thief comes by unannounced and cuts the chains open in a torrent of love. And if we're even luckier -- we learn to unlock it ourselves...