May 13th, 2007

“Pictures and Poems” returns by popular demand

David and I took the boys and our camera to the SAM Olympic Sculpture Park. We loved it.
The Richard Serra installation is so gorgeous we could have stayed all day. So much art hard against the rocky shore, open to the warm air in spring’s cathedral… it was unforgettable, and we will be back often.
Serra

The whole experience reminded me of this Kenneth Slessor poem:

Fixed Ideas

Ranks of electroplated cubes, dwindling to glitters,
Like the other pasture, the trigonometry of marble,
Death’s candy-bed. Stone caked on stone,
Dry pyramids and racks of iron balls.
Life is observed, a precipitate of pellets,
Or grammarians freeze it into spar,
Their rhomboids, as for instance, the finest crystal
Fixing a snowfall under glass. Gods are laid out
In alabaster, with horny cartilage
And zinc ribs; or systems of ecstasy
Baked into bricks. There is a gallery of sculpture,
Bleached bones of heroes, Gorgon masks of bushrangers;
But the quarries are of more use than this,
Filled with the rolling of huge granite dice,
Ideas and judgments: vivisection, the Baptist Church,
Good men and bad men, polygamy, birth-control . . .

Frail tinkling rush
Water-hair streaming
Prickles and glitters
Cloudy with bristles
River of thought
Swimming the pebbles—
Undo, loosen your bubbles!

The rest of the photos are here.


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August 10th, 2006

Bill Biggart’s Final Exposures – The Digital Journalist

With all the news about the foiled plot in the UK today, this article Bill Biggart’s Final Exposures is a sobering reminder of the times we live in. These photos were recovered near the body of Bill Biggart on September 11, 2001. He was crushed by the falling second tower. You can also see the photos as a slideshow on Flickr.


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June 15th, 2006

Pictures and Poems

So I have this new camera that I’m kind of in love with. And I’ve decided to start posting a lot more pictures, because a lot more of my pictures turn out to be pretty good now.

But I thought to myself, is posting arty shots pretentious enough? No, I said to myself, you need to post pictures and poetry. That’s pretentious. That’s what I’m going for. To wit:
bluepoppy.jpg
Blue Poppy, Butchart Gardens, May 2006

Now a bit of poetry, by Jorie Graham:

The Way Things Work

is by admitting
or opening away.
This is the simplest form
of current: Blue
moving through blue;
blue through purple;
the objects of desire
opening upon themselves
without us; the objects of faith.



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