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One Night in Lisbon : One Night in Lisbon: How street photography can lead to delusions

One Night in Lisbon

One Night in Lisbon: How street photography can lead to delusions

Updated: Jul 25, 2009 4:14pm PST

Road to Nowhere : Is this a journey to a destination or simply a series of wanderings guided by delusions and circumstances with no predetermined outcome? Maps are useless. Maps are worthless. But the road is full of signs. The best direction comes from the twisted conversation between voice within and the world without. Pay attention to the images in your head. Let them push against the realities of the world. Let those realities pull the imagination. The tension is exquisite, moments of crumpled confusion spiraling and twisting towards seconds of clarity revealing the way. The trip down the road is filled with images from within and without. Some mark the way as familiar icons, clear, instantly recognizable and comforting in their straightforward signals. Others are not so familiar, intuitive, sometimes disturbing and often shattering reality with their ability to recall feelings and paths long forgotten and often not taken. Both kinds of images spring from common roots: a lifetime of experiences creating our distinctive perceptions that show the way. The way, unique to each of us, is impossible describe, but easy to feel. And does that road end somewhere, nowhere, or does it matter? Maybe it really is only about the journey.

Road to Nowhere

Is this a journey to a destination or simply a series of wanderings gu ...

Updated: Aug 05, 2009 7:18pm PST

Kind of Blue : Walk down the street of the blue city. Don’t think about it, do it. No rehearsing, no maps and no plans. Why? Read here.

Kind of Blue

Walk down the street of the blue city. Don’t think about it, do it. ...

Updated: Aug 23, 2009 6:22pm PST

Hands :

Hands

Updated: Aug 15, 2009 5:23pm PST

Road of Dreams : Did you ever walk down a street and suddenly, as if emerging from a deep sleep, wonder where you are? Have you ever felt like there are two worlds and you’re slipping between them, struggling to cling to a familiar place but longing for the excitement of that other place, just beyond consciousness? Because the world is made of layers and layers of perceptual complexity it’s often difficult to determine which is real and which is dreamed. These layers of perception may seem bland and tasteless or they may seem tantalizing with a rich and aromatic stew of tones, lights and shadows. But, what if the world of reality is a tightly bound grayscale world, sharply focused but incomplete with its overly simplistic viewpoint. But, the other side of the line, ah that’s the place where anything is possible. That’s where dreams kick in and color things; mix things up, show the possibilities of life. Here’s where the road is, the way, where life accelerates toward completion in a fascinating world of fantastically fuzzy form and color. And the best news is that the road is nearby. It’s in our imagination. The temptation, of course, is to move completely this fascinating place and take permanent residence in a world that is exactly the way we imagine it. The irony is, the longer we stay in that beautiful world, the more familiar it becomes, and as familiarity increases, the color begins to fade, the smells are no longer unusual and they become less noticeable. The excitement of fantasy recedes. No, perhaps it’s better to seek new horizons and keep the dreams at a distance, not too far, but just far enough so that they remain a glow on the horizon, lighting the way along the road of imagination. That way you’ll never know if the trip is to no place in particular or to the next epiphany. After all, journeys are no fun if you know exactly where you’re going.

Road of Dreams

Did you ever walk down a street and suddenly, as if emerging from a de ...

Updated: Aug 21, 2009 6:46pm PST

Panis Angelicus : Panis Angelicus: the bread of angels. See the whole story here.

Panis Angelicus

Panis Angelicus: the bread of angels. See the whole story here.

Updated: Feb 02, 2010 3:35pm PST

A Shark in My Garden : This is my garden. It exists in the crack of time between dusk & night. It reminds me of an old Japanese story about sushi. To read the story, go here.

A Shark in My Garden

This is my garden. It exists in the crack of time between dusk & night ...

Updated: Mar 06, 2010 6:12am PST