Markers and Milestones

Markers and Milestones
Mar 132012
 

Reversing flow of playI originally got into photography by taking pictures of my son’s soccer team – partially therapy, it forced me to behave along the sidelines–I’m not a helpful cheerleader; and partially recognizing and celebrating the roles of each youth on the team, of course, starting with my son. At that point I’d burn through one to two rolls a game and maybe salvage 10 photos. It helped me stay out of the way and still be of some use.

Leaf sailboatMore recently, I’ve just become fascinated by how photography has made me see differently, notice things differently, recognize bits of wonder in the most mundane places. There’s a lake near our apartment, and the first bird we saw after moving in was a Great Blue Heron. One shot led to another, and I’ve learned to recognize by name nearly 40 varieties of water fowl and song birds, many by sound as well as sight. All by virtue of watching for that one moment when each subject did something that I associated with personality. Or when a different flock passed through depending on the season or weather conditions. Or when a leaf gently settles upon the surface of the lake and is tranformed into a sailboat tracing the breath of the wind.

Paper wasps nestAnd then I began to realize that many, or even most, of the subjects of my photos don’t exist any more and never will, at least in the circumstances or surroundings in which I captured them. For example the dozen ducklings that steadily dwindled in number daily (and later catching the culprit, a feral cat); the 18-inch paper wasp nest I discovered just 10 feet off the board walk separating the well-kept lawn from the wildlife preserve. Gone, melted away. Completely.

Now, even without my camera, I’m seeing “great pictures” everywhere, and hearing familiar bird song in unexpected neighborhoods and parks (“I know who that is!”).

So for me, photography has become a way of learning how to see, and to a certain extent, listen again, and to want to capture at least a few moments to share with others about the wonder that is nestled in the very midst of daily lives.

Digital technology virtually eliminates the expense of time and resources from image capture to sharing. So for me, photography has become a gateway to being present, and an invitation to others to be present. Frankly, I’m not that good, but good enough often enough to keep me looking and expecting to see something new that may have been right before my eyes to begin with.

Apr 262010
 

Just now listening to Gorecki’s Third Symphony, the “Symphony of Sorrowful Songs,” which was brought to my attention as the soundtrack for the climactic scene in the movie, Fearless. In the film, Jeff Bridges plays an architect recovering from severe post-traumatic stress induced by a horrendous jet crash, from which he walked away virtually unharmed, [...]

Apr 162009
 
Ten "Awakenings" to Organizational and Community Resilience

This is a momentary capture of a few, random “awakenings,” which means they may not be individually new nor collectively complete…simply an intersection of thoughts that suggest a few ways forward. Many may be well-recognized; some, intuitive; others, counter-intuitive; and the rest simply kept rattling around in my head until I jotted them down. I [...]

Feb 062009
 

In the wake of the downing of a jetliner by a flock of geese, ending with a miraculous soft landing into the Hudson River, I noted on my FaceBook site, “Apparently even a single goose can still take down a jetliner–nature just keeps getting in our way; another reminder to change our way.” In response, [...]

Jan 132009
 
Revolution in search of a song

The singing, that’s a big part of what I remember from my community development work with the Institute of Cultural Affairs. I had forgotten for a time, but now I remember. My memories were revived by watching the Singing Revolution, about a festival in Estonia built around what is essentially a national anthem that has [...]

Dec 142008
 

“My Great Teacher always says, do everything in moderation.” And with that, my Tai Chi instructor in Akamatsu (Red Pine) Park made it through the morning practice to light up a cigarette. Of course, we all understood our teacher’s transition rite, knowing he was heading back to spend the rest of the day as the [...]