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Imperfection Perfected with Hawaiian Color Dreams

Monday, October 3rd, 2011

More often than not things never quite go as planned.  I might have the most perfect idea in my cranium, but when it comes to try to bring from the synapse realm to the physical realm there is something missing in the process.  The same can be said of creating a photographic image.  I may have the best of intentions to create an image that is clean and sharply focused; however, I end up with soft edges and blur.  Does this mean that our vision is not complete?  Or should we learn to embrace the process that imperfection can bring a glimpse of perfection?

I am leaning more towards the second view point these days.  If I set up in my head an exact image of what I want I am missing the process.  I am missing the valuable steps that take an idea, that sudden impulse, and be able to bring it to completion.  These two images today are both not as I intended to end up with.  I wanted them to be sharp macro images that illuminate the beautiful intricacies of the flowers.  What I ended up with were blurs of shapes and colors.

As I was looking at the images for a second time, in post, they became expressions of color.  That is how their imperfection spoke to me.  Not what is wrong with the images  but what is right with the images.  I first viewed them as rejects.  I saw everything that they were not.  They weren’t sharp.  They weren’t  well focused.  If i hadn’t of given them a second going over I would have missed the beauty that they had become.  They became perfected through their imperfection.  Their first perceived negative points became their strengths.

The colors became my longing for the Big Island of Hawaii.  Those days nearly three years ago were we played under deep blue skies and watched the flora fill our vision.  The colors of Hawaii here in the semi countryside of Chiba Prefecture, spoke to me.  I was only able to enjoy this expression because I transformed my imperfection into a perfection.  At least a perfection for the moment.

Holding Steady Wind

Hawaiian Dream in Chiba

Pre Autumn Burst of Red

Tuesday, September 27th, 2011

The temperature may have dropped in Tokyo, but the autumn leaves have yet to arrive.  I am not complaining, I am immensely thankful for the cool weather that I have breezing in through my windows.  I am, however, anticipating the changing leaves.  Those colors that dance on my lens as the long rays of autumn light struggle to reach earth.

Today I kept my eye peeled for any signs of the changing leaves to come.  Have the tips of any leaves started to morph into those autumn hues?  Not yet.  They will come soon enough.  In the meantime I found a bush of these flowers tucked behind a huge hydrangea bush at a small buddhist temple.  They are just a taste of the colors that are to come.  I give thanks for all the bursting colors of summer that are still hanging on into autumn.

Autumn Red Flower Burst

Hectic Week, Strong Yellow, Introspective Time

Saturday, July 23rd, 2011

This week has been extremely hectic.  There is just too much going on with so many deadlines approaching at the same time. I miss blogging over the past few days, as I now try to play catch up with my artful emotions.

But that is one of the keys, isn’t it?  That the pathway to the artistic salvation is though the action of doing one’s art.  It should be a daily meditation that takes many forms, writing, painting, and for me photographing.

It is not only the act of photographing that is important.  As any good photographer will tell you, editing, is as important or even more important that the act of making a photograph.  It is through that act that the process begins, but the selection of what the artist chooses to reveal to the world, forever reflects on the artist.  I have heard the stories of Salvador Dali burning his early work, because he did not want his carefully constructed image to be disrupted.

I am of another school of thought.  I want to be able to see the various work I have created over the years.  It is only through reexamining my work am I able to understand where I have been, where I am now, and some choices of where I want to go.

I am thankful for the sabbath,and to keep it holy yes. It is also my time to become introspective to come to some understanding of the previous week.  As I sit here typing this on an early Saturday evening, after editing a few pictures, I am relieved and pleased to be alive.  All the tribulation, and troubles melt away in a sea of yellow color sound.  My energies refreshed, ready to take on what I have to take on the following week.

One is All it Takes, with Shadow

Wall Tree Rose Window

Forecast is Rain, More Rain, and then a Typhoon

Friday, May 27th, 2011

Rain has been forecasted for the next several days, leading up to a typhoon that will come by Tokyo on Tuesday.  There is no rest for us.  I am thankful at least that it isn’t hot yet.  Sometimes it just seems that there is one disaster after another.  Earthquakes, tsunamis, tornados, severe thunderstorms, typhoons, hurricanes.  I wonder if it will ever end, or are these signs of the times?

Given all the turbulence in the world, I will spend my sabbath with family and being thankful for the end of another week.  It is a weekly reminder of what is important, and what is not.  It gives me the pause to let that which is not important to just slide off from my soul.

At lest there is a little purple sunshine on a rainy, mist filled afternoon.  I wish all my friends and family a restful and fulfilling sabbath.

Purple Rainy Sunshine

Bokeh in the Afternoon

Wednesday, May 25th, 2011

After quite a number of small aftershocks last night, I was ready to have a peaceful day.  The weather was gorgeous at least.  I could rock a short sleeve shirt and be totally comfortable.

There was, as far as I could tell, only one smallish aftershock that happened between 9 and 10 a.m.  I was the only one who noticed that the ground was moving and the lights were swaying.  I guess my internal sense of balance is just ultra sensitive to the movement.  I don’t think I will ever get use to them, but I will, hopefully, learn to live with the aftershocks in some sort of harmony.

The walk back though my neighborhood was exceptionally pleasant today.  The air was cool and dry as the sun was quickly dropping to the horizon.  I could take pleasure in watching the light change its hues as it continued to race towards other worlds.  It was a great day, to look closely and let the bokeh (that beauty of having part of an image out of focus) come out and play.

False Yellow

Into the White Buds

Two Color Fields in Mimomi

Saturday, May 14th, 2011

So, as the earth continues to remind us that it hasn’t settled yet, I will continue to seek refuge among the colors of the flora and fauna.  My heart and soul seek them first, then I find them with my lens.

I walked into a quiet field of unkept grass in Mimomi on Friday.  The field was just full of white and purple flowering weeds.  None of them were much higher than a foot off the ground.  So much color in this micro world.  I am often amazed at the biodiversity that can be found in the most nondescript locale.

Mimomi Field in White

Mimomi Field in Purple

Celebrate Life, Not Death

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2011

The weather yesterday was gorgeous.  The sun was bright.  The air was cool and dry.  A slight breeze was blowing through town.  I was thinking to myself how beautiful life can be if you only take the time to enjoy it.  To open our eyes to the world full of pain and sorrow to see that there is beauty in the living world.

I have continued to be completely obsessed with observing the spring.  All the colors that dance with in my sight at every step, anywhere I go these days.  The flowers are survivors.  They are thrivers even in the most difficult of situations.  Their roots reach down and squeeze in between the cracks to seek out the nutrients from the earth, as the colored petals open up to receive the sun’s rays.

It wasn’t until I got back to the station and hopped on the train that I checked the news on my cellphone.  The top story was Osama Bin Laden has been killed in Pakistan.  I had no real emotional reaction to it at that time.  I felt kind of numb.  I felt no joy in the news.

I read through the story and still felt not much of anything.  I wasn’t surprised.  It was as if i was saying to myself, “Ok, now what?”  After the news sank in a bit I began to wonder what is this going to mean in our lives.  Are we truly going to be safer.  I think now.  Now that the number one evil doer in the world has been killed, I thought to myself, what are they now going to use as the poster boy of evil?

I was sadden to see the young Americans out in the street rejoicing in the death of someone.  Even though that someone in no way was a good soul.  My heart tells me that rejoicing in the demise of someone else is just wrong.

I began to think about these young people.  Most of them were of the college years.  They were just children when 911 happened.  They know nothing than what the media has been feeding them over the last 10 years.  In the words of my friend Jerry Kolber It saddened my heart to see them “celebrating as if we had won the world series of baseball!”

We, as human beings, should celebrate LIFE, not death.  Life is worth living.  Life is worth more that all the billions spent in the name of war.  We should celebrate life, the happiness in our lives.  The color and joys that fill up our days.  At the same time we need to be vigil and remember the great incalculable cost to kill one man.

So I choose life.  I will celebrate life, not death.  We cannot let hatred rule our lives, because hate will only breed more hate.  Love can conquer hate, but it is the more difficult way.

For me the flowers and their hues are life.  I celebrate the joy that they bring to my heart.  Let your hearts be open to love to dispel the hate.

One Love

from Tokyo

Dancing Orange Blossoms

Yellow Up Between the Pavement

Love Life in Yellow

Things are Coming Along

Monday, April 25th, 2011

I spent the morning helping some friends rebuild their garden that had been covered in a layer of icing like mud after the liquefaction in Shin Urayasu.  The day was a gorgeous spring day.  The sun was shining brightly yet the air was crisp and just a tad cool.  It felt good to both help out and just to be out in the sun.

Sometimes I really miss having a yard with trees, plants, and a garden like I had growing up in Miami.  Here in Tokyo and it’s suburbs there is little space for gardening.  Homeowners get very creative with their use of space, and create elaborate gardens in the most minuscule of areas.

As I wandered a bit around the Shin Urayasu neighborhood, I did notice that it was a lot less dusty than two weeks ago.  More of the silt has been removed, along with a few days of some heavy downpours have helped to clear the air.

People are out and about taking care of their homes and all in all after six weeks things are coming along nicely.

The spring colors keep pushing me forward.  I am compelled to show all the colors that the world has to offer.  The bright spots that standout on a sunny day like yesterday.  With all the worries of the world, I can loose myself within the simple beauty of color.

One Out of a Town

Orange Ones, Drying Ones

Lots of Yellow on a Friday Afternoon

Saturday, April 23rd, 2011

The skies were overcast and the winds were blowing out in the somewhat countryside of Narashino, Chiba.  The pollen was flowing as freely as the the cherry blossom petals drifted though the air.  As I walked along the road with rows of vegetables to my right I was overcome with the flowers.  There were yellow buds all over.  They were on the trees, on weeds, and ever so low to the ground.

Yellow is color that has never really appealed to me.  I have always gravitated to the cooler hues of blues, purples, and greens.  However, on this day, I was so drawn in to yellow.  From the weedy dandelions that were having a picnic on a hill to a tree that was full of yellow blooms so bright that they glowed under the overcast skies.

After being back in Japan for nearly one month, I just can’t help myself to enough flowers.  To celebrate this beautiful world even down to the overlooked weeds.

So today, on this rainy, cloudy Saturday I livicate this blog to the wonderful hue of yellow.

Yellow Blossom Mimomi

Yellow Weed Bush with Tracks

Mini Ones next to the Tracks

Dandelion Spring Party on a Hill with One that Has Gone to Seed

Autumn Walls

Friday, November 19th, 2010

Autumn has come.

The colors are here.

For soon they will fall,

and be swept up.

Autumn Pipe Window

Autumn Wall House

Color is Love

Thursday, September 30th, 2010

The rain just keeps on falling and falling.  The earth is soaked to breaking point, yet there is a bright path of color.  Another last bit of glory from the never ending summer.  The luscious colors of nature mix and match with the urban surroundings.

love = beauty

beauty = love

color is love ! ! !

Wet Flower Thursday

Accidentally on Purpose

Monday, July 26th, 2010

We wanted to go to one of my favorite Nepali spots in Chiba on Sunday, little did we know that there was a summer festival happening in the city of Ichikawa.  So, we were pleasantly surprised to be able to walk around the food stalls after we filled up on curries and momos.

I really dig the way the food booths just glow at night.  They take on this surreal ethereal quality.  The banners are aglow with colors that only appear in the twilight hours.

I look forward to hitting up and exploring more festivals as the summer heats up.

Cup Ice Blast

Streak of Masks

Chocolate Banana Head

Bag-O-Juice with a Straw

Ta Kushi

Blue White and Pre-Framed

Thursday, June 24th, 2010

If you haven’t noticed already I’m really into the color blue.  There has been an attraction to this color ever since I was a little child.  There is a relaxing element to that oceanic color.  It just soothes my scattered brain.  The color washes over my eye like those beautiful waves on the Big Island.  Ahhh blue…. in all its shades, tones and emotions.

Preframed with an Included Handle

Scratch a Happy Face

Blue Moon and a Quarter

Walk Walk:  Double Style 歩く

Myodagani, a little bit of the old

Monday, June 29th, 2009

Wandering around the narrow streets of Myodagani today, there was the

pleasant mix of old, and new.  The rusted, forgotten storefront the size of a

phone both and 2 brightly colored umbrellas drying in the blazing Tokyo summer

sun.

2 Umbrellas Drying in the Sun

2Shirts

Fragmented Self Portrait II (color)

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

Revisited of the Fragmented Self Portrait, this time

in full blown color.

Fragmented Portrait II (Color)

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