Autumn Festivals with Freshly Harvested Pomegranates

Tuesday, October 29th, 2013

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The autumn festivals are upon us.  The red spider lilies have shed their wispy petals.  The nights are growing longer, and I have harvested the baseball sized pomegranates from my own patio garden’s tree.

I have been fascinated by the burgundy arils since I was a child.  It was the fruit that was an absolute mission to get at those tiny bursts of goodness.  They always made such a mess, but it never bothered me.

Perhaps my interest in this fruit goes back to my DNA.  My ancestors would split them open, cook with them, and take them on long journeys.

This year I was able to raise some of my own.  Previous years I had been left with one or two golf ball sized fruits.  This year it was closer to about 10 and half of them were the size of a baseball.  I left them on the tree until they split open.  Not sure if this is the way to do it, but it just seemed like the way to go.

They were pretty sour to my tastebuds with only hints of the pomegranate fragrance.  They just burst bursted in there sweet and sour goodness.

I am thankful that I could play my little part in helping to bring some colorful goodness into the world.

 

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Healing Kaddish for Emanuel “Manny” Pushkin

Sunday, October 27th, 2013

Kaddish, Requiem, Life for Manny Pushkin

 

Uncle  Emanuel “Manny” Pushkin in his Home with my Father, 2011, Miami.

 

 

I received a message via Facebook from my brother on the passing of my beloved uncle Manny Pushkin. His influence over my heart, and my photography have made me the photographer that have become.

I remember going to his home off Old Cutler Road and walking in the large double doors and being surrounded by art.  Not just paintings but most specifically photographs.  Uncle Manny had a passion for photography that captured my imagination.  I was amazed at how light and shadows danced in his  photographs.

When the time was right we would all shuffle into his study.  We would on the floor as he dimmed the lights to watch a slide show from their most recent trip.  We would be swept away to the golden hour sunsets of Bryce Canyon, the snow capped peaks of the Rocky Mountains.  We sat in the darkness and just marveled.  It was magic to my heart and eyes.  I still hear that gentle roar of the kodak projector, the kachunk of the changing slides and his beautiful sweet voice reliving the stories of his and my Aunt Claire’s travels.  “I want to do that,” I said to myself.

My mother once asked Uncle Manny how come all his pictures came out so well.  He replied, “Linnie, I don’t show people my bad photographs.”  This nugget of knowledge has stuck with me all the years.  The most important part of the editing process is to be selective about what you show others.

Technically I didn’t learn much from him, but I did learn that one has to have passion for life to be an artist.  He embraced life with such a passion.  He would from time pass off some of his old and equipment to me.  I still have the cameras he has given me.

He made everyone feel special.  He always wanted to know about what we were doing what we are thinking about.  I always received a birthday greeting even though I am now have become a man.

Later in life after retiring he had a new passion for butterflies.  He and Claire planted plants that attract butterflies.  For him it was never what can the world do for him, but it was always what can he do to make the world a more beautiful place.

I know that all of the hearts that he touched will shed a tear, and remember all the joy that he brought into the world.  I will always miss his warm heart.  His ability to communicate with anyone. For me as an artist, I would not be where I am today without sitting in the darkened study, and gazing up at his images.

My heart goes out to my Aunt Claire, My Cousin Joanie, My mother and all whose hearts he touched..  We miss you.

Up the Temple Steps, Pre Typhoon

Tuesday, October 15th, 2013

Up the Temple Steps, Pre Typhoon, Ichikawa, Chiba, Japan

 

It been a minute since I have sat down to write a blog.  Not exactly sure why.  Perhaps I am trying to adjust to using Instagram and have been focusing more on uploading images there (http://instagram.com/lucidcommunication).  I am interested in connecting with other interesting photographers there, so take a minute and let me know where to find you.

We have a typhoon that is about to bear down on us.  The weather reports are threading / warning that it might be the largest to hit our area in more than 10 years.  Spent last night prepping our garden patio to brace against the winds to come.  Since we live on Tokyo Bay the winds are fierce without the typhoon behind it, when the typhoon hits it can be a bit ridiculous.

Keep us all in hearts and minds as it moves on though.  I pray that it moves quickly and without loss of life.

Peace.

Shalom

 

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