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Another Masked Hero has Fallen

Monday, February 13th, 2012

Fallen Masked Hero

It has happened again.  A lone masked fighter for the underdogs has fallen by the wayside.  He once stood for justice, now he only hopes to be found once again.

He championed for those that has no where else to turn.  For the motherless children, for the those that have fallen through the cracks of society, he was there for them.

Who will be there for him now that he has been forgotten?  Who will be there to say his eulogy as he is buried in his grave. 

He was a hero.  He will forever be a hero to me.  Let us not forget the mortality of our heroes.  We shouldn’t forget their humanness. Raise your glasses high and say a toast to the fallen masked hero of Kasai.

 

Golden Hearted Opportunities to Come

Wednesday, January 18th, 2012

This lost and found object spoke to me on my way home from the station.  I haven’t been focusing too much on the lost and found items recently as I have been searching out new subjects.  However, this one spoke to me.

The tiny golden heart on a cold winter day was surrounded my the warm ring of fuzz.  The gold reflected the gentle dusk twilight.  As I looked into the heart I could see so much that is to come.  There are opportunities that will open up.

The unseen will be seen.  Those new subjects that I am searching for will be found.  Not only what I am searching for, but I pray that our communities will find them too.  There is so much distractions in the world.  People lust after the precious metals. Humans devour the earth in search for them.

But, this tiny scrap of gold is not what I desire.  In fact it is not what we all should be desiring.  We should be looking at the reflection.  We should be contemplating our path, and our place in this world.  We should be seeking our voice and perfection in what we choose to pursue.

Look into the golden heart. and see what it will show you.

Golden Hearted Fluff

Lost Smile Found

Tuesday, January 10th, 2012

This lost and found object really caught my eye today.  I haven’t taken many of the lost and found images over that last nine months or so as I have been exploring other subjects.  This little caught me by surprise.  He was just there.  Perched on the edge of a high brick wall in Ichikawa.  He was laying on his side, with a house key attached to him.  Even though he was lost, on his side and out and the cold, he still managed to smile.  His smiling made me smile.  Because of these chain reaction of events I knew I needed to take his portrait.

We need to never loose our sense of humor.  The unique human quality to laugh and refresh ourselves though our laughter.  I needed a good laugh today.  And this little guy gave it to me.  Even though he is made of plastic, he does not have a plastic smile to me.  His smile was genuine.  His smile was from the heart.

Laugh and smile.

Lost Smile Found

Shedding Violet Tears

Tuesday, December 13th, 2011

The lack of sleep is catching up with me.  The wandering back to the station seemed like a dream.  I was jut floating on snow the road, being pulled this way of that way by something that caught my eye.  I am not sure the path I took, but i do know that it was the right path for today because I came upon this tree that was shedding violet tears.

Those patches of colors fell from a small street side shrine in Ichikawa.  Violet teardrops on the cold cement side of the road.  There they were just lining up to catch my dream state that I was in.  I just lost myself in the violet bokeh softness as I wandered back to the station.

Shedding those violet tears again.  For a autumn that was too short?  For a winter that will be too long?  I do not know, but there are these purple drops to comfort me in my waking dream.

Shedding Violet Tears

Today I Found Revolutionary Love

Thursday, December 8th, 2011

Today was one of those days that I just didn’t want to get out of bed.  It was 6:30 in the morning and the skies were so overcast that it seemed like it was still night.  Not only was it rather gloomy outside, but it was pretty nippy for my south Floridian blood.  I struggled to get out of bed, and made my way to the kitchen to fix up a bowl of granola.  When I was sick I couldn’t eat any milk so I have been craving cereal over steaming oatmeal the last week or so.  I ate quickly as I caught the morning’s international news.  Waited at the bus stop which was more crowded than the day before.   I guess the people were preparing for the rainy weather that was going to come later in the day.

Even though I was wearing a big fluffy fleece hat, I put my headphones on and pushed play on Sekajipo and the Jungle’s first album Revolution of the Mind-State.  I thought that I needed a bit of a boost on this gray Thursday morning.  Sekajipo definitely delivered the goods and helped to elevate my spirits.

I was walking along the path with the song Revolutionary Love coming though my Sennheiser PX 200 headphones.  The vibrations were coming through so clear even though they had to pass though my fleece hat.  That is when I spotted a tiny heart on the side of the road.  A heart that had been placed there by some one.  It was an amazing synchronous moment.  I’ve got Sekajipo in my mind, singing about Revolutionary Love, and then I spy a heart.  I would have said that it was a lost heart.  One of the many lost and found items that I have taken over the years.  But today I saw this heart in completely new way.

This was not a lost heart.  It was a found heart.  It was part of the Revolutionary Love I have been searching for.  There it was.  The love had manifested itself in front of my lens.  Just another reason to be thankful.  I have found a bit of Revolutionary Love that I am sharing with all of you.

Revolutionary Love Found, Not Lost

Double Your Leather Pleasure, Pair of Lost Gloves, Urayasu

Tuesday, February 1st, 2011

A pair of leather gloves, waiting to be worn by their owner once again.  There they were.  They were just perched ever so gently on a rough cinderblock wall.  There they sat just half a block from the entrance to Urayasu station.

Double Lost Gloves with Coffee Machine

She is NOT my Girl, But She Looks Great with a Lost Knit Cap

Sunday, January 23rd, 2011

This is a statue in my neighborhood. It is literally with in a 30 second walk from my front door.  I have passed it countless times.  I think I may have even photographed her once or twice, but today was something else.  Her cold stone face, with long double braids was adorned with a warm lost knitted cap.  She looked much less cold than usual.  We cool stone skin was kept a bit warmer.  At least a bit warmer until the owner of the lost cap finds it again resting atop her head.  Still this other sculpture has captured my heart, but this one did for the time that she was wearing the knitted cap.

Not My Girl, But She Looks Good with Braids and a Knit Hat

Self Portrait, with my Girl

me and my girl

See No Evil, Speak No Evil, Hear Evil: Is it What we Should Do?

Friday, January 21st, 2011

I saw this little lost towel tucked into a fence on my way home last night.  There they were the three little monkeys staring at me.  Well, at least one was staring at me, because one of them had his hands tight over his eyes.  At one time I used to think this was a good policy to have, because if one follows it then one should be able to stay out of trouble.  Yesterday I started to think about it in a new light.  If one sees evil shouldn’t he/she speak out about it?  If one hears evil doings aren’t we obligated to speak up to correct the wrong?  I think I still agree about not speaking no evil.

When I was seeing evil in the wake of September 11, 2001, I spoke up with my lens.  I felt the need to understand the duality of the evil that had been perpetrated and the evil in the response to it.  When by brothers in Miami saw the horrible conditions in Hati, they journeyed down to the devastated country to lend a helping hand.  These actions were only possible because we opened our eyes and saw the evil, and we we moved to reacted to it.

With all the horrible words being slung around the world as easily as dust in the wind, it is time for us to stand up and say enough.  When we see or hear evil, we must not speak the evil, but we must combat the evil with light.  With light that is so bright that the evil will have no place to hide.

See Nothing, Say Nothing, Hear Nothing, then Something is Wrong: Rethinking See No Evil, Speak No Evil, Hear No Evil

Crack Headed Lost Kewpie Doll

Wednesday, January 19th, 2011

Found this poor little doll early in the morning suffering from a crack in her head.  I hope she finds someone to take care of her soon.

Crushed Bell Lost Kweepie Doll

I Got Lost in the Bedazzle

Saturday, January 15th, 2011

In my continuing series of lost and found objects, I came across this rhinestone studded hair clip in my neighborhood. It was just shinning in the setting sun.  The sparkles of those rhinestones, and the glint of the golden paint.  Such a gaudy and beautiful object.  Just sitting there on top of a electrical box at a traffic light.  Sometimes it is the simplest of pleasures to brighten my day.  So, be on the look out for that shine.

Lost in the Bedazzle

Keyed in Ichikawa

Tuesday, December 14th, 2010

Rain was splattering away for most of the night and into the afternoon.  Luckily as I headed back to the station the sun was struggling to poke out from behind the clouds.  It didn’t show us that yellow light for very long, but I was thankful that it wasn’t raining.

We all need to search and find the key to our happiness, and be thankful once we found it.  And once we find what we are suppose to be doing, we must pursue it with our whole heart.

Amen

Keyed in Ichikawa

I Speak with my Eyes

Friday, December 10th, 2010

This image is a constant reminder to me how much I rely on my sight to be able to voice myself as an artist.  I will be without a voice if I ever should suddenly be unable to see.  I want to be able to us the gifts that have been given to me.

I Speak with my eyes.

Lost, Can't See

Crystal Balls, Lots of Them

Monday, December 6th, 2010

The trick is is wether or not these spheres can see their owner coming back to claim them.

Crystal Ball on a String

Chubby Wubby Eye

Wednesday, November 24th, 2010

A Chubby Wubby Eye, smiling and just waiting under the overpass.

Chubby Wubby Eye

Lost Time

Monday, November 22nd, 2010

It is lost time, or it is time that has been lost.

I guess it all depends on one’s point of view.

Lost Time

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