Whether standing on the shore watching

Or standing on the boat leaving

The sounds are exactly the same,

But only for a while

TIME, MEMORY and CHANGE

As a photographer

I attempt to cheat fleeting memories with lasting images

It is usually a simple two phase process

Figuring what to shoot.

Then figuring out what to keep.

These steps are mostly intuitive

Oddly though, in this process,

Time, as I have more time behind me

Plays an increasingly significant role in how I see the world.

Time and change that is.

As of late it no longer feels like I am passing through time but more like

Time is passing through me

Kind of like a Spear

But it is a spear that is being pulled not thrown

As Time speeds up

And the feed in reel of life moves faster with aging

This question reoccurs…

What is the role of memory?

Is Memory the after image of an experience?

It is the legato, softly linking the future to the past?

Or is it The red shift of the heart?

What has happened is not really as important as what we believe to have happened.

It is not important that tombs we visit in our lives contain the real remains only that we mourn the loss of those things we loved

These Micro Cosmic recollections are always fading, overwritten,

Being replaced with the new,

Often saved with no priority and no way to compare or recall, once they have gone.

The challenge here …is

“How to perceive, procure, and protect a valuable experience”?

Things need to be remembered for them to be UNDERSTOOD as changed.

Change is a perception

There is no transformation with out both history and observation!

What I am doing here is …reflecting on reflections.

Imagine an image of yourself as child

Mine is this photograph

Was I there when that sun baked down and bore witness to this little boy?

Was I there when these photographs were taken… as future truths?

I don’t really know

What fabric unraveled from that day to this day?

I have grown old together with these photographs

We have grown old together

With time, as the conduit of love and pain and reoccurring loss and joy and hope

How did it happen?

When did the one being watched …become the witness?

And yet have no awareness of a reversal?

Since the day of this image

Some of the living are now dead

And yet,… today some of these dead are again …alive

Through memory

What dotted line was walked from that day… through many days …to now?

To allow this kind of introspection?

How do these images reunite and how have they changed each other

A Boy launches a day

Bare chested and ready for battle

Then one day he awakes, a bit bewildered and covered with scars.

Bracketed by love and loss

Bridged by friendship and trust

Then gazes meet and there is a nod of acknowledgment

Threads re-ravel,

aroused now to try to understand everything that has ever been seen.

Was I there?

I was there

I am still there

The journey from not knowing who you WILL BE to knowing who you WERE

Is a complicated and hyphenated one.

It is “The building a tunnel from opposite sides of a mountain”

Moving ahead (in time) /our past diminishes and is seen REVERSED in the rear view mirrors of our Mind

This kind of time

Time takes prisoners in slices

More time allows for a disjointed reassembly.

For what purpose?

Some times to make whole,

Things that were never really understood.

Some times to make whole things that never really were?

To allow for a fabrication to a better place?

These recollections can become an Anti-Karma.

What is the cost of doing business on this many plains of time

Spinning around, forward and backwards,

Over your shoulder all at the same time

Without help, understanding or even a plan..

Oh then intertwine such chaos

As the strings of the male heart

And its constant inability to decide what is real or what is essential

These memories are windows

For me these windows of who, when, where or even why

Opened wide in my late youth

Sashes clean and perfectly counter weighted then.

Through some of these windows we look out

From others we just look in

Through some we have crawled

In for warmth

Or out to safety

These are our windows and for a while linnen curtains, within blew, freely

The question now falls to the future

deciphering and decimating this temporal onslaught

Is there a solution?

Is it Consciousness?

It is just to be

AWARE?

 Advice

Make memories

Store them

Critique them and then make more

Memories are a responsibility

And they fade

Find a way to make good ones

Know that when you are doing something,

Whatever it is

You are always doing two things

And one of them is making memories

Take this seriously

For some day

All will be done

The tale of the kite travels the path of its flight and profoundly determines it!

RETURN