Breaking through dimensions. Walking through millenniums. Chasing the sun and the moon. Only bare essentials. Through deserts and forests. Over mountains and across seas of grass. Sustenance from the land. Looking for nothing and no one. Blues skies and celestial heavens above. Phantom lights playing in the distance. Heightened senses from unknown noises and shadows. Meeting danger and peace with calm. Always traveling. Always moving. No end. No new beginnings but days and nights. Forever without comprehension. Breathing, walking, consuming, living. The journey of life through time. A moving microbe through infinity. A collision course with nothing and everything. A journey through time and dimensions.
I enjoy spending time photographing the outdoors and then editing my pictures to look different and more artistic. I see a lot of people with crystal clear pictures of birds and insects, and while that’s great it’s not my thing. Those cameras used are very expensive and using a giant zoom lens isn’t intimate enough for me. I like to get in close to nature and stalk the animals as if I’m hunting. I see people sitting in cars with 1500 dollar cameras and it’s just not my style. I’d rather walk through the mud and tall grass or crawl through the thorns to get in close. Sure the deer don’t run from cars like they do from me, but those distant spectators miss out on all the wild flowers and insects that I see. Snails and toads make for great subjects if you get down and dirty and on their level. Toads have great personalities if you ever meet one. Out of focus black and whites can also add character to nature. It lets you see nature in a different light. I’ve added a few photo’s I’ve taken recently at the James A. Reed Memorial Wild Life Area near Kansas City to prove my point.
There are often thoughts in the night of going home. Thoughts that are unclear of what home is or where. What defines this home? Societies expectations of accumulating belongings and a family? Maybe, it’s a long lost instinct to find a dry cave deep in a wet forest. Surrounded by dancing shadows and strange noises in the night. Unsure of what tomorrow will bring. Will there be food or warmth? Even then there would be a longing for more. A need to escape the loneliness, to share a meal, to have more of what’s not truly needed. It could be a feeling that makes a home? A sense of contentment. An ease of mind. Feeling safe and happy. An environment created by the mind that lacks anxiety, greed, materialism, and jealousy. Is it truly possible or just another wanted possession. Once man roamed the plains of Africa searching and struggling towards more fertile grounds. A struggle to make something out of the earth. It was an idea without a word to name it. Just a quest passed down through generations. The quest to go home.