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Photography and art making as play.

If Roses Were the Only Flower

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Just in case you missed the original announcement, here’s a plug for the book I published this summer. It’s a collection of poetry, both reverent and humorous, that I wrote on the subject of diversity, accompanied by images from Pixetera and my earlier career as a professional photographer. Its inspiration was the doctrine of signatures, an ancient belief system that saw evidence of a plant’s healing properties in its physical characteristics. With that as a starting point, the 11 poems and 43 photographs offer a whimsical antidote to the persistent racism that threatens our nation’s health and unity.

Books are available for purchase here. For more information, or if you’d like a personalized, autographed copy, please contact me directly.

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Monday, October 12, 2020: Utility Markers Mishmash

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Sunday, October 11, 2020: BLM

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Friday, October 9, 2020

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Thursday, October 8, 2020

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Wednesday, October 7, 2020: Kitchen Space

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Tuesday, October 6, 2020

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Sunday, October 4, 2020: What’s Inside the Box

For the last few days, I’ve been looking at 8mm family home movies from the 1940’s and ’50’s. I haven’t seen most of them in fifty years or more so you can imagine what a trip it’s been: aging grandparents not yet frail, my parents in their prime, uncles and aunts I never knew were so good looking, my sister, cousins, and me at the very start of our lives — not that I can relate at all to the little boy seen below as he attempts a somersault.

And what about those three-inch square, yellow Kodak boxes that required all of nine cents return postage!

I regret that as a family, we watched these films shortly after they were taken, and rarely, if ever, again. I would have liked to see them years later while everyone was still alive, and to hear the older generation talk about themselves when I was too young to care. I wish that my sister and I could have seen the love that existed between us as children, before we became estranged later in life and she passed away. I’m not sure it would have made any difference in our relationship but it never occurred to me to suggest it.

In managing to capture a few frames with my iPhone for this post, I was surprised to discover several stills that actually had some artistic merit—due in no small measure to their lesser photographic quality. Even the dust and hairs in the projector lens make a valuable contribution :)

My guess is that there’s a wealth of fabulous photos hidden in countless 8mm movies being played back at 16 frames/second. A project for the next pandemic lockdown.

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Wednesday, September 30, 2020

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During the first presidential debate Tuesday night, America got an unvarnished look at our Toddler-in-Chief.

Those who still believe that this man-child deserves or is fit to be president of the United States have set the bar for office so low that a houseplant could easily qualify.

In Donald Trump and the Republican party, we face a threat as great as the pandemic, climate change, or an armed attack, i.e., the loss of our highest values and destruction from within of democracy itself.

Such small-minded, grievance-filled, power-hungry, shameless zealots think nothing of driving this nation over the edge.

Monday, September 28, 2020

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