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April,
2008; Philadelphia Museum of Art |
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June,
2008; "Still Life With Asparagus and Red Currants," 1696, Adriaen Coorte |
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June,
2008; My reflection |
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July, 2008 Santa Fe, NM |
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Friedrich Nietzsche “Thus Spoke Zarathustra”, translated by Walter Kaufmann Part 2 “On The Virtuous” “Slack and sleeping senses must be addressed with thunder and heavenly fireworks. But the voice of beauty speaks gently: it creeps only into the most awakened souls. Gently trembled and laughed my shield today; that is the holy laughter and tremor of beauty. About you, the virtuous, my beauty laughed today. And thus its voice came to me: “They still want to be paid.” You who are virtuous still want to be paid! Do you want reward for virtue, and heaven for earth, and the eternal for your today? And now are you angry with me because I teach that there is no reward and paymaster? And verily, I do not even teach that virtue is its own reward.” |
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May,
2008; Old Polaroid Camera; Spring |
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May,
2008; Old Polaroid Camera; Spring |
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May,
2008; Old Polaroid Camera; Spring |
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May, 2008 Santa Fe, NM |
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J.R.R. Tolkien, “The Hobbit”, Chapter 18, The Return Journey: “’So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings!’ said Bilbo, and he turned his back on his adventure. The Tookish part was getting very tired, and the Baggins was daily getting stronger. ‘I wish now only to be in my own arm-chair!’ he said.” |
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March,
2008; Old Polaroid Camera; The Wild West? |
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March,
2008; Old Polaroid Camera; The Wild West? |
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March,
2008; Old Polaroid Camera; The Wild West? |
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March,
2008; Old Polaroid Camera; The Wild West? |
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April, 2008 Santa Fe, NM |
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From the preface to “On the Genealogy of Morals,” Friedrich Nietzsche “We are unknown to ourselves, we men of knowledge – and with good reason. We have never sought ourselves – how could it happen that we should ever find ourselves? It has rightly been said: “Where your treasure is, there will your hear be also”; our treasure is where the beehives of our knowledge are. We are constantly making for them, being by nature winged creatures and honey-gatherers of the spirit; there is one thing alone we really care about from the heart – “bringing something home.” Whatever else there is in life, so-called “experiences” – which of us has sufficient earnestness for them? Or sufficient time? Present experience has, I am afraid, always found us “absent-minded”: we cannot give our hearts to it – not even our ears! Rather, as one divinely preoccupied and immersed in himself into whose ear the bell has just boomed with all its strength the twelve beats of noon suddenly starts up and asks himself: “what really was that which just struck?” so we sometimes rub our ears afterward and ask, utterly surprised and disconcerted, “what really was that which we have just experienced?” and moreover: “who are we really?” and, afterward as aforesaid, count the twelve trembling bell-strokes of our experience, our life, our being – and alas! Miscount them. – So we are necessarily strangers to ourselves, we do not comprehend ourselves, we have to misunderstand ourselves, for us the law “Each is furthest from himself” applies to all eternity – we are not “men of knowledge” with respect to ourselves.” I apply these words above to photographers as well as ‘men of knowledge.’ |
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