Photographs from this theme would remind us of how easy it is for more or less good people to make small errors that end up unleashing catastrophe. Tragic art helps to remind us of how much compassion is required in order for a society to function humanely. Continue reading
Astro has adjusted to us being home more. He get’s more walks, and more attention, but he still likes to run off and have some alone time. Don’t we all.
Sometimes sidewalk cracks contain lava…
Photos under this theme would assuage our feelings that life is somehow always elsewhere, and that glamour and importance reside where we are not. Goal of these photos would be to enhance the prestige of ordinary life.
We like to talk about our individuality, our uniqueness and what makes us independent… What about togetherness, oneness, and dependence one each other.
What makes a good sister isn’t independence but dependence on each other. The realization that they are stronger together than alone. That is the hope anyway.
As we walk around our neighborhood “exercising” we see lots of signs of support for the dependence we have on delivery services. How different this pandemic would be if it happened even 5 years ago.
We have have it in some form. Sometimes healthy… other times not. We all share the need to lean onto someone/something.
Where once there was there now is not.
sneakers born ready,
for the day that lay ahead,
not able to go.
“behind the curtain of created realities”
I spend time in photoshop manipulating and placing photos for Woodshed’s website on a semi-regular basis. This is my setup, the tools of the trade per se, taking something shot with lights and a white box, cutting out the products and placing them in other shots or on websites to help convince someone to buy more tea, coffee, or swag.
Under this theme would come photography acknowledging how much we have to be sad about, helping to reduce our anger at the frequent disappointment of reality. Photos will show that we have not been damned, we are simply experiencing part of the accidents and sorrows that come with being alive. Not to be reduced to a “Negative Nancy” or a “Debbie Downer” position, rather these artistic responses should push against blind optimism and feigned perfection our filtered photos on social media might try to convey.
We found this lemur hidden between the rock it’s sitting on and the bluebonnets. It was hidden, dirty, wet, and sad. Somewhere a small broken heart misses this lemur. We set her up, sitting, waiting. But it’s been days now and she still sits, waiting, as the storms start rolling through.
I tend to like more photos that I make for a theme that I typically share. While quarantined I’m changing that. These are my other images of brokenness. More inside.
I’ve spent a lot of time staring at that ceiling fan. Mostly after our lost pregnancies. Mourning our three children that would never have a future. I am a broken man, pulled back together. The photos this week reflect some of that brokenness, and some of the healing.
After a 4 year hiatus, we are back with the 7Lenses – Quarantine Edition. From April 6 – May 25, 2020, we’ll post a photo challenge on this blog every Monday followed by the posting of our photographic interpretations of this theme throughout the week with a Sunday deadline. You can follow along here or join us in the challenge by posting with us on Instagram using the hashtag: #7Lenses. For this 8-week edition, we’ll follow the School of Life’s 8 Consoling Virtues as the guide for each of the challenges.
for my girls.
grey brown green and blue
they look up to me
and cherish you.
giggles tears or screams
stir from another room.
no rooster needed
would do no good.
the day begins
you lead these faces
to far off places.
and new adventures.
nap time brings reprieve
two hours of selfless cleaning
a reward for your help less leading.
when I get home
it’s half past six
work is long and arduous.
you are here
balancing the world
juggling our four girls.
i shed all malcontent
when i see my girls
eyes so full of wonder.