Whether standing on
the shore watching
Or standing on the
boat leaving
The sounds are exactly
the same,
But only for a while
TIME, MEMORY and CHANGE
As a photographer
I have attempted to cheat fleeting memories with lasting images
It is usually a simple
two phase process
Figuring what to shoot and
Then figuring out what to keep.
These steps are mostly intuitive
Oddly though, in this process,
Time, as I have more time behind me
Plays an increasingly significant role in how I see the world.
Time and change that
is.
As of late it no longer feels like I am passing through time but more like
Time is passing through me
Kind of like a Spear
But it is a spear
that is being pulled not thrown
As Time speeds up
And the feed in reel of life moves faster with aging
This question reoccurs…
What is the role of
memory?
Is Memory the after
image of an experience?
It is the legato, softly
linking the future to the past?
Or is it The red
shift of the heart?
What has happened is not really as important as what we believe to have happened.
It is not important that tombs we visit in our lives contain the real remains only that we mourn the loss of those things we loved
These Micro Cosmic recollections are always fading, overwritten,
Being replaced with the new,
Often saved with no priority and no way to compare or recall, once they have gone.
The challenge here …is
“How to perceive, procure,
and protect a valuable experience”?
Things need to be remembered for them to be UNDERSTOOD as changed.
Change is a perception
There is no transformation with out both history and
observation!
What I am doing here is …reflecting on reflections.
Imagine an image of yourself as child
Mine is this photograph
Was I there when that sun baked down and bore witness to this little boy?
Was I there when these photographs were taken… as future truths?
I don’t really know
What fabric unraveled from that day to this day?
I have grown old together with these photographs
We have grown old together
With time, as the conduit of love and pain and reoccurring loss and joy and hope
How did it happen?
When did the one
being watched …become the witness?
And yet have no awareness of a reversal?
Since the day of this
image
Some of the living are now dead
And yet,… today some of these dead are again …alive
Through memory
What dotted line was walked from that day… through many days …to now?
To allow this kind of introspection?
How do these images reunite and how have they changed each other
A Boy launches a day
Bare chested and ready for battle
Then one day he awakes, a bit bewildered and covered with scars.
Bracketed by love and loss
Bridged by friendship and trust
Then gazes meet and there is a nod of acknowledgment
Threads re-ravel,
aroused now to try to understand everything that has ever been seen.
Was I there?
I was there
I am still there
The journey from not knowing who you WILL BE to knowing who you WERE
Is a complicated and hyphenated one.
It is “The building a tunnel from opposite sides of a mountain”
Moving ahead (in time)
/our past diminishes and is seen REVERSED in the rear view mirrors of our
Mind
This kind of time
Time takes prisoners in slices
More time allows for a disjointed reassembly.
For what purpose?
Some times to make whole,
Things that were never really understood.
Some times to make whole things that never really were?
To allow for a fabrication to a better place?
These recollections can become an Anti-Karma.
What is the cost of doing business on this many plains of time
Spinning around, forward and backwards,
Over your shoulder all at the same time
Without help, understanding or even a plan..
Oh then intertwine such chaos
As the strings of the male heart
And its constant inability to decide what is real or what is essential
These memories are windows
For me these windows of who, when, where or even why
Opened wide in my late youth
Sashes clean and perfectly counter weighted then.
Through some of these
windows we look out
From others we just look in
Through some we have crawled
In for warmth
Or out to safety
These are our windows and for a while linnen curtains, within blew, freely
The question now falls to the future
deciphering and decimating this temporal onslaught
A solution?
Consciousness
Just be
AWARE
Make memories
Store them
Critique them and then make more
Memories are a responsibility
And they fade
Find a way to make good ones
Know that when you are doing something,
Whatever it is
You are always doing two things
And one of them is making memories
Take this seriously
For some day
All will be done
The tale of the kite
travels the path of its flight and profoundly determines it!