February 28, 2023
February 28, 2023
February 4, 2023
the ritual of a life's preposterous joy at the wealth's wonderful mansions, acres of property and armed guards to protect their devilish deeds, destroying lives for profit, their god is money earned by insider trading, words that flow into the ears of the rich and their accountants know the underhanded scams created by their master's, these men and women demanding nature's care, making sure that beauty in nature resides around their massive properties with mother nature blossoming under the wonderful warm sunlight for these aggressive oligarchs seek or should I say demand that all seek to be complacent and anticipate the needs of their masters, for the 1% own human beings only for one goal, to do their dirty work for them and always make a killing when loaning cash to the little people, their servants work like devils to get paid a decent, meaningful amount yet limited by their stingy circus owners never wanting to give any cash to anyone but themselves, not even these men and women living in poverty, for the wealthy believe they worked hard to create their self worth, billions of dollars made off the backs of the working class making sure these men of selfish greed undermine the workers efforts to climb up the ladder of success by being paid a good salary for their effort in a reality out of touch with empathy for the masses
January 25, 2023
Waiting
the simplicity of thoughts can change your future, a yearning, deception, forbidden, remember to sing loudly
in churches silent stillness, your faith has given it’s true worth, nightmare’s always end in alley ways, in the homes of the
desperate asking god to save their poor souls from more laws of avarice, wicked gifts of golden vice, resenting the
mourners accusation of treacherous acts of violence toward innocent blood, depleting of our natural resources in the hearts distress
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of slavish desire, thoughtless and guiltless, the simplicity of taking from others for themselves, abuse of god’s single virtue, his truth,
his cross to bare, his path, a glorious tortured liberation, his fellow martyrs rise and parade to the alter for communion as they taste
his flesh and blood, in guilt they breath stale air in his presence above the alter of worship, his sacrifice worth the pain of time
now he is sacrificed daily with prayers demanding a sanctified life without guilt, as the priests have a compulsive need to be
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our god in their presence, for sins overwhelming his sincerity of forgiveness for we are washed of our sins for we are our
sins and jesus was just a man sacrificing himself so his earthly father would see his true presence, a wish to die in his presence
as ancient gods, slumbering truth, powerless humans hesitant, seeking trust, a vanishing memento, our deceit in the
fear not in the awareness of our sinful necessity for violence, duplicity of thoughts perpetuating their vistas of grandeur
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retreat from the confrontation of the senses in burrowing, faithless, shallow defecation, as duty hides in the void of silent
despair, becoming other than this grouping of external chaos accepting devilish aggression as god’s will, the hunger for his
love hinges on the dutiful act of blindness towards innocence deflecting the inkling of truth that wants to rise but driven
deeper into the void of ego’s desperate deception, giving the faithful a touching of the flesh and evils youthful disguise,
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his single purpose, to see the worshipers consumed by madness, for his son’s dutiful presence, oh how we suffer before leaving
paradise, we hide under the illusion of tearful retribution giving credence to the power of suggestion, destroying the undercurrent
of our will, they are sightless in their glorious lust, these men of distractions, their lies whisper a coming messiah, the end
follows a nurturing disguise, in hate of oneself we seek to be fodder, a sacrificial lamb, waiting patiently to take our master and
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eat his flesh and raise the challis of his blood to the gods of hate, please be seated the glorious mass will soon start let us pray oh god, your silence deafening without cause as we slip into oblivion
January 20, 2023
January 11, 2023
the alteration of ones mind in time
creating a direct means of escape
where one wants, demands to
seek his truth rarely fulfilled
by voices passivity of inaction
not understood, for each moment
in our lives has infinite possibilities as
we try seeking answers in our physical
façade as it becomes madness for
who we are and what will be is
a mixture of doubt and the realization
of ones future and your intuitive
expression that this reality is an
existence that one needs to flow
into, your world of possibilities
moving forward toward originality
January 3, 2023
Photography is no longer an art form, no longer a deep feeling of independence. Once upon a time in our past individuality photographers had their own special expressions created through a film based reality. The waiting for your images being processed was always nerve wracking, did I find the right lighting for the beauty before me, was the sunset or sunrise bold enough to get your composition as you move around the scene before you finally start setting up your tripod seeing the wonderful landscape developing as the sunlight overwhelms your senses with the beauty of mother earth awakening warm morning light that highlighted a calm water and the reflection of Mount Pilchuck along with evergreen trees surrounding the small lake as mother nature opens your mind and your intuitive force that gave you a special moment, your inner perception of a scene being created before you.
What we had in our photography youth was more than just a run and gun force of shooting everything for we trusted our editors. We didn't just snap pics and then just move on, but analyzed the landscape to connect our inner vision with nature and move through the beauty of the scene, we stopped and observed the scene before us and then dived into the scene as if we were on an expedition, sinking deeper into the beauty in front of us ignored by those in a hurry without depth of feeling and respect for the beautiful reality blossoming in front of all of us but you ignored the scene not ready to pause and study the landscape before your mother earth.
Getting a camera is exciting but the camera can’t create great images unless you are mentally and physically present seeking scenes that you can feel and be part of as you stand alone in dynamic beauty as the sunset light begins opening a mental realization that you are in the heart of creation, present in awe!
Everyone is a photographer and billions of images are created each second, hour, day on and on, each a conditioned response to a cliché that won’t give you the depth of enjoyment in realizing who you want to become and what attracts you to certain subjects.
Snapshots are photo copies of someone else's work and not your own vision of a scene or some person that brings a force to your inner revelations.
What is your response to a scene you saw in a magazine, what is your inner vision of how you would approach this subject and questions need to be sorted out for to not have some semblance of possibilities ready to explore within the landscape that is in front of you, that has potential as you observe the scene beginning to explode with colors and wonderful light.
There are moments in time we miss continuously because we are having a hard time focusing our attention on what is happening whether at sunset, sunrise or on the streets always be aware of your surroundings.
Just as we pass by an unusual scene that is just getting ready to blossom we must stop and have an inner vision of the potential before us.
December 31, 2022
Photography at one time was freedom to be yourself and create imagery you felt representative of your inner interpretation of your individuality.
Now photography is done by cameras that are smarter than the photographers. You don’t have to think, the cameras think for you.
Photography now is all about luck for the shooters are not ready to immerse themselves into a scene, studying your possibilities instead they take snap shots wasting their memory cards with images redundant circulation, if a subject is photographed by millions of people, your big question becomes, why present your hard earned work to a photo agency that could care less how you created the image, just give it to us and we will pay you pennies on the dollar.
Why would good, experienced photographers accept these criminal minds that are stealing your income and your classic images. Anyone in their right mind would take their images away from these addicts and sell the images themselves.
New comers to the big agencies scam are pretty naïve. You will have a harder time getting your images into a big photo agency because they have millions of images that all look alike. And if you get accepted you will receive peanuts on the dollar for these mega crooks have one goal, money and nothing else. Your images will be bound with others for volume selling is the photo agencies demanding future as they make millions while you get dirt.
In order to get any payment with some kind of dollars sent to you account you will need to move away from those photographers that just click and move on, these are the run and gun photographers that use photography as a toy, fun and every once in awhile create a great image. These images don’t overwhelm the viewers senses for now everyone is a shooter, a photographer that hasn’t any clue how much and how long it will take to immerse themselves into exciting, original images that can overwhelm the senses.
Everyone is a photographer, a shooter, a copycat that sees other photographers shooting a subject with hundreds of other shooters, the same subject which becomes a redundant inability to look deeper into the scene as you move around seeking a composition that will give you the best angle of the landscape in front of you, that will overwhelm viewers of your original, unique image creations.