I'm evolving

they say, people change

others say, people never change

still some say, people change then revert back

who knows.

as far as i'm concerned, my photography is changing.

the 35mm has opened apertures unknown to me prior.

the metal components have exposed me to new sensory connections.

the obvious shots are now easily dismissed,

the hidden shots are eagerly sought after,

while the decisive shots are by far the most rewarding.

as with everything else pertinent in this world,

practice does make perfect.

& though perfection is quite rare,

it is more possibly an impractical status.

regardless,

i still have years to go before

achieving what i want to achieve.

years...

as if i have millions of them.

truth be told, we're no sooner

ad mortem

than

ad vitam aeternam

so we are learning.

to extract with us a sort of legacy.

for when the inevitable comes.

to be remembered is what drove kings,

to be revered is what inspired the sacred,

& to be noticed is what yearned humans.

but is there anything more grandiose than that?

ex mea sententia

Yeoido, pt. deux

one "decisive moment" to capture,

what's there, and what's not,

fleeting,

merciless,

unbothered.

a window,

of favorable opportunity,

remains open.

there is no room for err,

yet in it's wake,

a pièce de résistance.

this kid is loving his life right now!

the dualism of the mind and matter. . .

We go on each day, some in equilibrium, and others in trepidation.

Like a coin that indisputably gets tossed up in the air,

we never think in terms of halves, but have nots.

The mental substance, once again in triumphant battle against the material.

The thirst have seen, & the sights never quenched. . .

It has become an unconscious, sub-atomic reaction of un-clear proportions.

uncertain as to the possibility of it never-ending...

enriching only those. . .

A chasm so deep as the Mariana, as wide as the gap remains,

from the wealthy to the u n t o u c h a b l e s.

Engrained in our trivial, s e l f - n a r c i s s i s t i c, and short-lived existence.

It is precisely what keeps the living going,

& the desolate from rising. . .

Yet, at every dusk,

this dualism of the mind and matter,

coerces the good to vex,

the honest to cheat,

and the righteous to fade into darkness. . .

Perhaps, the very innate f a l l i b i l i t y of human nature.

The bane of our mundane fantasied existence.

A reciprocal & necessary world of two;

of balance,

of needs and wants,

of equations and formulas,

of life and death beats. . .

One march that moves ever forward,

while simultaneously ever closer to that final hurrah.

The inevitability of it all.

How we breathe so voluptuously,

like giants amongst insects.

But a grain in the sandlot. . .

For when all is said and finished,

what have we,

but mere fragments in time,

done to oblige such imprints of immortality?

a world of balance awaits. . .

cloaked in the shadows. . .

an affinity for clouds