life

Unleavened Days, Exodus

Friday, April 3rd, 2015

As people observe passover across the globe we set off on a new exodus.  We have decided to break bread with the world and inaugurate a new collaboration consisting of myself, Jacob Schere, and my brother, Seth “Brimtstone” Schere.

Our first image Unleavened Days is being released this Passover.  We aim to release at least one image a mothy for the coming year and beyond.

We invite all to remember the days of old and apply heart to our collective lives in today’s age.

Exodus 12:18

Please feel free to distribute and share this image around the world.  Let us all take a month to reflect and remember why partaking in unleavened bread.

Peace

Shalom

Chag Sameach

chag kasher v’same’ach

חַג כָשֵׁר וְשָׂמֵחַ

 

Autumn Festivals with Freshly Harvested Pomegranates

Tuesday, October 29th, 2013

Autumn Harvest Pomegranate 2013 02

 

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.

 

Autumn Harvest Pomegranate 2013 01

Under the Tracks and Beyond in Asakusabashi

Monday, August 12th, 2013

Two Potted Aloe Plants with Bicycle, Asakusabashi

 

I have been a bit confused over what kind of components are needed to be able to plug in my electronics on my trip to South Korea this week for the Jeccheon Film and Music Festival.  Our short film KRS ONE:  Brooklyn to the Bronx was invited and will make it’s international debut there.

Been all over the internet, and finally just decided to revisited Akihabara to make sure I have what I need to keep my cameras clicking in Korea.  After running around checking the web, and talking with some staff I discovered that both my iPhone and my Ricoh battery charger can handle the 220 voltage and all that I needed are plug adapters.

I was deciding where to head next, I often make a right and head towards Ueno, but today I went straight following the the train tracks that lead me to Asakusabashi.  An interesting part of Tokyo filled with bead shops, leather, and shoe makers.  It is a neighborhood I have never explored so in the summer blazing heat I treaded around the neighborhood.

Shops and little eateries filled the arches under the tracks.  I just kept on walking and walking.  Eventually I walked all the way back over to the Tozai line at Monzenakacho station.

A good day to sweat and click.

 
Noren (Curtain), VIne, Terracotta Pot, Asakusabashi

Small Factory Front with Koi Fishtank, Asakusabashi

Time Escapes as the Cherry Blossoms Desiccate

Tuesday, April 16th, 2013

Desiccating Cherry Blossom (Wrapped Around) 02

 

Eating my breakfast at 7 (6 pm the previous day on the east coast) in the morning in Tokyo I saw Boston’s horror.  Violence has never sits well with me.  I am an emotional empathetic being much in the way of “He Who Feels It, Knows It.”  I’ll admit to being moved to tears when faced with some of the horrors of the world.

My heart is heavy when I witness hate inspired destruction.  It is immaterial whether that hate is against governments, people, or religions.  Hate is hate.

I recall a memory soon after NYC’s 911 when a dear Japanese friend asked me if I feel more when my people, Americans, are victims of hate.  I answered, “no.”  I feel pain whenever I encounter death, destruction and hatred.  I am not sure if it was a conscious decision on my part or if it is my soul speaking to my heart.

There may have been a time in my life when I would have been more moved by the deaths of my countrymen, but that no longer holds true.  How can we as people that inhabit planet earth learn to respect each other, when we constantly label what we don’t understand as other.

Our physical vessels are on this plane of reality for a blink of time.  Why do we choose hate?  Why do he make the choice to disregard other sentinel beings as other, only good to be thrown out with the trash.

We need to be thankful for the life we have been given.  When darkness enters into our lives we need to shine the light higher and brighter.  We need to lend a hand to our brother and sisters regardless of who they may be.

The only way we can conquer hate, is by employing love.  Love yourself first, then learn to love others.  Seek the beauty and the light the creator has given us.  Use our hearts to extinguish the ignorant fears that drive souls to hate.

Our time we are granted by the Most High is precious, let us not waste it with hatred, but we should fill life with love.  The cherry blossoms have come.  Their beauty delighted us that spring has arrived,  now they lie drying, becoming one with the earth from where they came.

Let these two events remind us of the beauty out there.  The love for nature, and the love shown towards complete strangers as people rushed in to help those in need.  We are our brothers keepers, we must be there to support those worst off at all times.

Love over hate.
Desiccating Cherry Blossom 01

Shabbat Dinner Full Life

Saturday, December 24th, 2011

Shabbat is the time to rest and separate oneself from the worldly world and refocus our energies, thoughts, and hearts towards the Creator.  I like to begin my meditation by cooking the shabbat meal.  When I am working I do not have much time to labor in the kitchen; however, this Friday I and most of Japan had the day off for the emperor’s birthday.  I decided to cook up a feast for dinner.

My friend had brought in a spice box that his family had sent him from the Boston area.  It smelled so fresh, strongly scented with sage and oregano.  The product is called Bell’s Seasoning, and it came in a box that the design probably hasn’t changed for 60 years.  After smelling these herbs I had an urge to make stuffing from scratch.  This was one of the the components of my meal.  I also roasted up some chicken with a red wine and pomegranate reduction sauce, with some garlic potatoes and turnips.

I wanted to welcome the shabbat the best way I could by creating and beginning my meditations with the food to be eaten slowly and enjoyed with my family.

I have begun to become interested in the still life genre, mainly because of my friend E. John  Walford’s images.  His still-lifes has stirred in me a desire to return to s classic genre style as a further exploration on my photography.  This one is not still, it is FULL of life.

Shabbat Shalom

May you all have a peaceful and restful day.

Shabbat Dinner Full Life

The Little Things at Nokogiriyama

Sunday, August 28th, 2011

The fog and mist enveloped just about everything at the abandoned stone quarry, Nokogiriyama.  The fog rolled over the mountain and just drenched all the surfaces.  The stone appeared to soak up the water until it couldn’t anymore then the rocks just shone.  They were glossy and covered with moss, lichens, water, and all sorts of things in between.

The little things all add up to the big picture.  They build and accent each other.  All harmonizing together to become what I experienced in the jungle at Nokogiyama, in the wilds of Chiba prefecture.

Lichens, Nokogiri Yama

Up Through the Stones, Nokogiri Yama

Wild Chestnut, Nokogiri Yama

Dusk Comes to Kasai

Sunday, June 27th, 2010

After a nice day of rest I ventured around my local station to get some food, and grab some shots.  The night life was just beginning.

The colors are so saturated, and lively.  The beer was ice cold.  The air conditioners are cranked to high.  Just another night in Kasai.

Window Bleed

Golden Rope Lost Key

Night Out in Dancing Dresses

Beer Time

Zig Zag Crash on Through

Thursday, June 3rd, 2010

This can be a motto of my life.  I always seem to be zigging and zagging on though it.  There is never that clearly defined path.  So, I tend to just make my own way.  Stumbling falling down, but every so often there is the right push, and that zigging and zagging creates a break though.  A way to see beyond the next avoidance.  Do not be afraid of those unexpected failures, those crashes that leave the ego bruised and battered.  Get up, look around, and discover how you can crash on though.

These were the thoughts that occupied my mind as i wandered back to my home this afternoon.  Trying to make everyday the day that I crash and break on though simultaneously.

I try not to fret.

I try to my troubles.

I let what is to be, be.

and I create those spectacular crashes ALL by myself.

Live Up ! ! ! ! !

I Zigged, Then Zagged, and Busted on Through

Hair Flow Intertwine

Red Squared Bump

IN the Mix

Up the Danchi, Climb

Note Paper of Life

Saturday, April 17th, 2010

Cameras are a tool I use to express myself.  I have always felt comfortable with on in my hand.  The camera has given me the freedom to go out into the world, and see the world though an extension of my heart.  I have been able to cultivate and explore the interconnectedness and symbiotic nature of that world.  It is like writing down in my journal. A visual journal created with pixels, and oxides.  Line by line, page by page or frame by frame they all build a story of my life.  Sometimes I wonder why I bother.  But that notion is quickly squashed when I over that I have no choice.  I must go out into the world and find my voice, and record those interactions in images.

Click after click

Day after Day.

Line by handwritten Line

Lined Sign Reflected Self, Note Paper of Life

Fifty Yen Coin, Waiting by the Vending Machine

Composition with Dots, Lines and Rectangles

Polka Dotted After the Storm

Life, Death and the Beautiful in Between

Sunday, May 3rd, 2009

Headaches makes one take stock, reevaluate, stand up and be counted.  This past week being troubled by headaches even though I am officially off of work, and suppose to be able to relax.  Not able too.  I started thinking back to my trip to Paris in 2007, the trip and love of a lifetime.  To be surrounded by such beautiful culture, good people, like Frederic, Ann Sophie, and Patrick, who helped to introduce my wife and i to their city.  All was beautiful.  My only worry was which film to load, and where should we stop to have a noisette.

 

This all leads me to here.

Where are we going before our bones lay under the cities walls.  There is so much joy in between.

We need, I need to seek out the joy.  Love the precious life that we are given.

Love

Boy, Steps, Paris, Life

Where We All End Up, Paris Catacombe

Another Found Key: The Little Drummer Had it!

Friday, April 24th, 2009

Came across this lost key that the little drummer boy had found.

They were all taking it easy on a side street in Ichikawa.  

If its yours please come by and claim it.

 

Drumer Boy with Lost Key and Spring

Ichikawa Wanderings

Saturday, April 18th, 2009

Backstreets . . .

Alleyways . . .

Side Streets . . .

Is where I feel comfortable.

my trusty GRII in hand.  Looking closely on my way.

Shapes, history, ebb and flow from my surroundings into my lens.

 

White on White Arrow

Field of Oxidation

Organic Orange Blob with Red Stripe

The Cherry Blossoms are Just About Gone. . . .

Saturday, April 11th, 2009

In Ichikawa, Chiba the other day, I stood on a bridge overlooking a small river moving though the town.  I watched the petals drift down the river, thinking to myself, see you in 2010.

 

Drifting to Memory, 2009

We Once Were Flowers, Too

Thursday, April 9th, 2009

Wandering the backstreets of the Roppongi district in Tokyo yesterday, I came across a little alley with a withering flower.  It must have been gorgeous just a few hour, days ago.  Look closely, what do you see.  Roppongi is undergowing a makeover of an epic scale.

the side streets.

the quiet street.

away from the urban swamp that is tokyo

beauty, imagination, time racing to stand still.

 

Once We Were Flowers Too

Pleasure in the little things…like dropping of a roll of film

Sunday, June 29th, 2008

Life is simple. It is full of little pleasures. I am a uncomplicated person. I am amazed when bits of frozen water magically fall from the sky. So, today, as the rain comes down, and humidity rises. It was a pleasure to wander down the street here is Tokyo to my local developing corner store. It really lies on a corner too. And drop off a roll of 35mm film for processing. The owner of the shop is my main man. He never argues with me and tells me things that i cant do. he always is there listens and does a great job. I wish there where more people like him in the world.

Happiness does come from the most urbane sometimes. Today it was browsing though black and white images from a fresh shot roll of analog film. Sweet, isn’t it?

contact01

contact02

contac03

Copyright 2007© m2c LucidCommunication - Jacob Schere