I had been writing drafts for my second post for weeks… Some of it politically charged, contentious, deliberately provocative to the status quo, and definitely not politically correct… Some of it statistics, historic references, documents, etc... which inevitably led me back to politics, policy, the insidious internalization of "scientific racism", and the interconnectedness of… well, everything… New Zealand in particular.
More on that at a later date.
Meanwhile, came the passing of a dearly loved friend, Dr. Mason Miller Phelps (the Dr. part being from his work in mathematics). I will not expound upon this, except to say that the work that I have done for the past three years would not have been possible without Mason's powerful belief, encouragement and steadfast support of my endeavor.
So, I left those aforementioned drafts to languish unfinished for now…
Instead I have been wandering amongst the stones, camera in hand, Mason in heart.
Countless images reflecting Mason's simply stated words, "I was amazed."
Eloquent expressions of artistic mastery.
Stones, as precision instruments; measuring time, place and distance.
Where is the point at which self-organization meets the hand of intention?
Photographing in various weather conditions and differing times of day, I seek to observe with a keener eye, their fractal nature and time-worn holograms.
Sometimes, I go out at night. I hold a flashlight in one hand, camera in the other. Ideated arcs of LED 'sunlight', cast upon the surface of a stone long torn asunder and forsaken, hint at the stories it once told.
One truth that I have learned in all of this...
My camera is not very lefty-friendly.