" an adjustment towards sunlight "

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summer fridays and bright even light blazing through the branches of the swaying trees which line the street.

caressing shadows fawn over the tiled walls, and you see the perfect spot for someone to fit right into the geometry of the wall.

when you see the image in your mind, and have it come out so great, so close to how you envisioned it, these are the moments which sustain you.

these are the hope-bringers that you did something meaningful, and can go on to realize other dreams as well, no matter how large or small.

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" the sublime anchor "

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once in a while something very special happens. you note it and take note, no matter how slight or bold to action or circumstance. these are the moments to cherishing your life of making.

the creation and fruition of an idea requires development, sometimes years, sometimes decades. sometimes mere seconds. they are all valid if you see them through, and if the winds are right, if the light quality correct, if you ate a delicious healthful breakfast, if the planets are in alignment, if it is low tide, if so many things.

and when you've got lightning in a bottle, you can tell. when you've collaborated on something so simple and so profound, you know it's going to be transcendent.

these are the sublime anchors which keep you tethered to your craft, and lets loose your stresses as if every ache and pain in your skeleton suddenly exits your body. you find your footing, and the strength to push on.

when it happens, you find yourself standing at the far end of a long pier facing the open water. the light shimmers and folds in on itself as the surface ripples and quivers. you close the eyes of your experience and confidence, and trust your skills as you press the shutter.

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" summertime alignment "

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it's the bright encompassing low sunlight with the extended deep shadows. we find ourselves walking down the streets where there is no escape from this quality of light, and its strength matches the loving closeness of humidity.

your skin feels damp and flush with the heat, and each step requires a shifting navigation of movement such that a small draft or gust of cooler air slips between the back of your shirt and the nape of the collar.

the afternoon pushes on as you engage it. there is no rush other than the self-imposition of wanting to get to point B in general. the faces of the people in the street resembles that of the suffering of the swelter, but you revel in it.

tonight's homework:

stay cool and don't be in a rush; life's pleasures are all in the details.

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" how it all happens "

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suddenly everything goes quiet, like the world's massive hands are cupped against your body. everything goes black and serene as only high frequencies lit and flutter above the vibrations.

this is how it all happens. and the universe expands into a million points of light making up the visual spectrum of all things.

your heart glows and the blood rushes. al sounds begin to layer and overlap until you hear everything, feel everything, and your skin is alive with the sensation of diamond particles.

there is no more platforms to stand on, just the realization that we are in motion and grounded by gravity. you sit in the presence of a reality between all realities. happiness expands like gentle waves lapping calm shores.

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" the golden hour "

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in a moment of contemplation, i looked out towards the slowly dipping sun. all the hollows of the empty streets glowed amber, and the long shadows crept steadily up the alleyway walls.

there at the end of the day, the everlasting stillness elongated. i could take it all in, think about the entirety of it all. my family, childhood, my loves, my present, my future. in that place, i became the fulcrum for those memories and thoughts, and around me such a warmth.

no regrets in this life. no more doubts, no more pain, no more disappointments, no more broken promises or worry. i looked out and down the long desolation, amongst the outer corridors of the city limits, and remained hopeful for everything.

the outstretched golden arms of the sun released its grip, and the sweet softness of dusk emerged like a fitted cloak about my body.

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" soul revolution "

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i've been here before, in many forms, many bodies, and many consciousnesses over many lifetimes. i am the tree. i am the brook flowing through the forest. i seek rivers through the canyons.

i am the animals on the land. i am the deepest oceans. i am the darkness and the light, and i am in each shade of color in between. i am the cosmos and that star matter. i am dark energy and the synapses.

i am the flesh and i am the molecules. i am heat. i am lava. i am the fire which renews and decimates.

i am everything that you are, that i was, that exists.

i am the thought before the action and the impulse before the desire. i've always been here and i will continue to exist long after everything is devoid of description.

tonight's homework:

make today count.

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" in the right place "

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dappled sunlight coming through the leaves of a tall looming tree with thick branches and it sways in the afternoon breeze.

warm luxurious air about. friends laughter permeates though the sounds of a crackling hot BBQ half-sphere. the juices sizzle as the white-hot hickory charcoal gleams a deep amber with white whiskers.

just beautiful beautiful beautiful everything. all good things exist in this space and time. we are not affected by anything happening outside the radius of the visible block.

dance songs echo through the studio room attached to the terrace deck, and we remove our shoes.

tonight's homework:

welcome summer into the fray, and get your feet wet.

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" dream development "

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i've had some strange dreams. vivid, alluring, horrifying, colorful, whisper-quiet ones. ones in which skeletons pop up out of the ground like a harryhausen flick, chasing me across a darkened schoolfield and i only can muster the energy to run in slow motion.

i've had ones where i speak to relatives who have passed away, to exes where we resolve our past arguments and silences, to the children that i haven't had yet. some mornings i wake up sobbing in grief, or joy, or awoken to reality out from a lifetime spent living a complete existence as an amalgam of myself and my past lives. most of my dreams take place at a time where the sun hangs low and languid, the golden hour.

there are dreams where i revisit places and locations that i've only seen inside of a previous dream. it's years later, and i recognize the terrain, the construction of buildings, structures, streets now devoid of life. it's a homecoming of such familiarity, that i start to question the nature of my consciousness, and debate whether this waking life is a dream being explored.

i love to fly in my dreams; it usually begins with the feeling of built-up energy, like my limbs will explode. a burst of electricity and i begin to swim into the air. mostly freestyle and breaststroke, and i am lifted higher and higher before i am soaring. such a feeling of freedom and weightlessness. it is a sustained elation, and usually only after becoming lucid while in flight, do i lose altitude, and crash to the ground.

there is a resolve that occurs each night, and it remains one of the most powerful tools i have to aid in the development of my better nature. it is a certain flavor of bliss which is rarely matched without the aid of a certain chemistry.

the lessons learned, the life lived beyond the veil of slumber...these are the powerful exercises where i go to when i sleep. the dreamworlds i inhabit, however ethereal, however comforting, however terrifying or haunting, always provides me with the opportunity for the reinvention and reevaluation of the Self.

tonight's homework:

spend some time preparing yourself for a restful sleep. it's not the easiest thing to do in the time of screens and artifice, but the benefits of a quiet calm and relaxation nearly ensures a deep sleep followed by the promise of visions.

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'' thoughts on a sunday afternoon "

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strength, beauty, power, trust, these are not the light-hearted states of being and living that the predominately weak-willed inhabit. we try to stay on task, do our very best, and try to do our best by others. it's this balance between the supposed strengths and supposed weaknesses where we find ourselves defining our truths.

at times we need reminders of our strengths, however seemingly insignificant. the aid of a friend in need, the helping of a stranger find their way, the comforting of someone in need of comfort. as in all of the best most compelling actions, it is in the simple things which resonate the most.

spending time with a friend on a walk in the sunshine, conversing about this and that. making the time to take the time to share the space to be with one another. it is everything good with your time spent figuring it out.

each second of each minute of each hour of each day of each week of each month of each year of your entire life is poetry in motion. the navigation of which will be a constant reevaluation of your values, the system of existing in a certain culture, and the amount of which you will dedicate to a measured integration into the lives of the people in those spaces.

i cannot promise that it will always be evident or as easy as recognition of these people, places, or situations, but i will say when it all comes together, it will be nigh immeasurably rewarding beyond even the furthest expectation. that i can promise.

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 for a moment i thought i was in a different dimension. the rooftop looked exactly the same as my rooftop, but there were people on it. they were smiling and relaxing, drinking beers and laughing. 
 the sun was lowering in the sky and everything around me wavered with an electric vibrancy. it was beautiful. everything was a still moment in real time, and i could see behind the green curtain of the fabric of reality. 
 there was absolutely no way that this rooftop was my rooftop, because for sure i was visiting a friend of mine’s apartment, and 100% i was at her building. 
 but for that short lovely passage of time, early evening with the sunset glowing warm and everything so till and so harmonic…it was a form of a waking dream that extended into my bones. 
 sometimes you realize that the world still has some magic to share, some awe to instill, and some beauty to bestow. and it is in these discoveries where we are refreshed and made anew. 
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for a moment i thought i was in a different dimension. the rooftop looked exactly the same as my rooftop, but there were people on it. they were smiling and relaxing, drinking beers and laughing.

the sun was lowering in the sky and everything around me wavered with an electric vibrancy. it was beautiful. everything was a still moment in real time, and i could see behind the green curtain of the fabric of reality.

there was absolutely no way that this rooftop was my rooftop, because for sure i was visiting a friend of mine’s apartment, and 100% i was at her building.

but for that short lovely passage of time, early evening with the sunset glowing warm and everything so till and so harmonic…it was a form of a waking dream that extended into my bones.

sometimes you realize that the world still has some magic to share, some awe to instill, and some beauty to bestow. and it is in these discoveries where we are refreshed and made anew.

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 what will be here in these places in 1000 years? will we be remembered and revered, or shunned, or forgotten. 
 the lost names in memories not passed down through tales and reference. there is no microfiche for the forgotten. what will be our legacies? what forms of expression or art of music or stories or anything tangible? 
 the technological reality most of us live with each day seems more and more overwhelming or integrated with each passing day. how could we progress in any other manner other than algorithms and stored data? 
 we cannot even agree on a permanent digital storage medium. everything is open for disintegration, vulnerable against heat or water damage, and exists in a limbo of an unknown outcome. 
 at times it seems utterly hopeless, but i know that my time here will be long over before we figure it out. may as well enjoy it all while i’m present. everything will change except the curiosity, and i do not expect my own to diminish anytime soon. 
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what will be here in these places in 1000 years? will we be remembered and revered, or shunned, or forgotten.

the lost names in memories not passed down through tales and reference. there is no microfiche for the forgotten. what will be our legacies? what forms of expression or art of music or stories or anything tangible?

the technological reality most of us live with each day seems more and more overwhelming or integrated with each passing day. how could we progress in any other manner other than algorithms and stored data?

we cannot even agree on a permanent digital storage medium. everything is open for disintegration, vulnerable against heat or water damage, and exists in a limbo of an unknown outcome.

at times it seems utterly hopeless, but i know that my time here will be long over before we figure it out. may as well enjoy it all while i’m present. everything will change except the curiosity, and i do not expect my own to diminish anytime soon.

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 back to basics. taking into account all the lessons learned, all the time passing and how it accelerates. 
 not enough never enough to just feel the passing inspiration to photograph. the passion and fervor for its full expression must be tempered only by the clarity of thought to do it. 
 it’s all there right in front of you. whether it comes out or not, whether it’s a successful image or a failure, it is valid. it had a substance and a place in the world, and it is absolutely special. 
 textures, stitching, angles and lines meeting, the arcs, the rough and the lilt. it’s all there, again with the smallest most delectable details. just look! 
 you are never wasting your time seeking the sublime in the sunlight as well as in those supple shadows. 
 this is one attainable form of unyielding bliss. 
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back to basics. taking into account all the lessons learned, all the time passing and how it accelerates.

not enough never enough to just feel the passing inspiration to photograph. the passion and fervor for its full expression must be tempered only by the clarity of thought to do it.

it’s all there right in front of you. whether it comes out or not, whether it’s a successful image or a failure, it is valid. it had a substance and a place in the world, and it is absolutely special.

textures, stitching, angles and lines meeting, the arcs, the rough and the lilt. it’s all there, again with the smallest most delectable details. just look!

you are never wasting your time seeking the sublime in the sunlight as well as in those supple shadows.

this is one attainable form of unyielding bliss.

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 time is fleeting. there is little of it left, and so many things to do. how will you spend it? being idle and uninterested? uninterested people are uninteresting, and add absolutely nothing to the whole everything. 
 have an opinion, be someone of note, make your presence known and felt and seen and heard. 
 this image represents the beginning of the end of this film stock i’ve cobbled/hoarded together. in total 1800 shots. color to black & white. back to high contrast gray areas. back to tones and shadows. back to curves and reflections which remain bold and subtle at the same time. 
 this lovely stretch is your time, and from this day on, you must persevere; attempt to make yourself happy and find a meaning in your life. it is very much worth it, and it will mark your life for the better of all whom you interact with. 
 there is less and less time in each passing moment. and many things to accomplish before the end. many places to go, things to see, foods to eat, loves to love, shoes to walk around in endlessly until there are no paths left. 
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time is fleeting. there is little of it left, and so many things to do. how will you spend it? being idle and uninterested? uninterested people are uninteresting, and add absolutely nothing to the whole everything.

have an opinion, be someone of note, make your presence known and felt and seen and heard.

this image represents the beginning of the end of this film stock i’ve cobbled/hoarded together. in total 1800 shots. color to black & white. back to high contrast gray areas. back to tones and shadows. back to curves and reflections which remain bold and subtle at the same time.

this lovely stretch is your time, and from this day on, you must persevere; attempt to make yourself happy and find a meaning in your life. it is very much worth it, and it will mark your life for the better of all whom you interact with.

there is less and less time in each passing moment. and many things to accomplish before the end. many places to go, things to see, foods to eat, loves to love, shoes to walk around in endlessly until there are no paths left.

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 one day. just one day in your radiant light. the long beams wrapping around the entirety of my body. i am home in this light. 
 i am whole and outside the realm of fear. pain, disillusionment, ire, frustration, illness, worry, fragmentation, and isolation. 
 they are not even factors or attributes of the venn diagram of our intersection. meeting like this, the nearness, the mere cilia away from one another, it is a form of timelessness. 
 a romance without clear edges, and a truth without the need for visual confirmation, this love remains powerful beyond the confines of decay. 
 a true line of love and affection, definite and bold, always reaching end to end past the known horizon. 
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one day. just one day in your radiant light. the long beams wrapping around the entirety of my body. i am home in this light.

i am whole and outside the realm of fear. pain, disillusionment, ire, frustration, illness, worry, fragmentation, and isolation.

they are not even factors or attributes of the venn diagram of our intersection. meeting like this, the nearness, the mere cilia away from one another, it is a form of timelessness.

a romance without clear edges, and a truth without the need for visual confirmation, this love remains powerful beyond the confines of decay.

a true line of love and affection, definite and bold, always reaching end to end past the known horizon.

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 everything falling into place. the right elements a “the right time.” 
 it happens all at once, and you’ll see it all coalescing. the shapes, the lovely shadowplay, a whisper of a breeze just at the back of your neck. 
 golden floating sparkles glistening upon the leaves. everything is magic, and it all glows and the light wraps your entire body. 
 the scenes slows, and release the shutter. light fills your entire vision; the sun blazes through the fingers of your cupped hand. you walk away from the shot, and don’t even develop it until you’re on the subway, one station away. 
 do what you love, and love what you do. 
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everything falling into place. the right elements a “the right time.”

it happens all at once, and you’ll see it all coalescing. the shapes, the lovely shadowplay, a whisper of a breeze just at the back of your neck.

golden floating sparkles glistening upon the leaves. everything is magic, and it all glows and the light wraps your entire body.

the scenes slows, and release the shutter. light fills your entire vision; the sun blazes through the fingers of your cupped hand. you walk away from the shot, and don’t even develop it until you’re on the subway, one station away.

do what you love, and love what you do.

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