Intangibles

All living things are born into existence, bloom and progress toward entropy, essentially their own dematerialization. The difficult part is that despite the withering of the physical body, the spirit remains unwavered. At age eighty I will still view the world with the same reverence that I did when it was still new and exciting. To appreciate the miracle in the mere fact that any and all of this universe exists in all of its perfect complexities is the key to youth and wholeness.

Ancient Advesaries

 

(A pleasant ride through the inland empire & her mountainsides, on the hunt for John Wayne)

Time. I struggle with the concept...so cunning it dredges by so slowly as to appear static, when in actuality it and everything in its grasp are fluid and ever changing. Here today, gone tomorrow. An ephemiral wisp of reality that grazes us briefly and then is lost...So this is where most of my work stems, from this need to understand time. However brief, a photo is a rendering of a specific moment, occurance and individuals in time.

If a moment is here than not, what is reality? When we remember the past it's as if it were a dream, an imagined thought similar to the thoughts we may create in our minds of the future and what it may hold. Where is the line between reality and thought drawn? It could then be said that the only reality that exists is this very moment, nothing before or beyond.

By comparing and contrasting different stages of life, one is able to see not only the physical progression that has occured, but also the psychological and behavioral as well. What I find most interesting are the parts that remain intact. Although time weathers, as well as seasons us all in many ways, there is a part of who we inherently are that remains unchanged. This is who we WERE, ARE and WILL always be.