tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13139216700094538692024-03-14T07:41:44.332-07:00borrowedplumesThis blog is being created for me to be able to share with others some of my ideas, images and self through a reflective type photo-narrative, or essay.
"If I could tell a story in words, I wouldn't need to lug a camera." - Lewis Hineborrowedplumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446505185121595919noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313921670009453869.post-24419338691497787812011-07-29T08:52:00.000-07:002011-07-29T08:58:44.991-07:00Soliloquy<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioUkzZ60qQedcnvU4oNMUbEtgeFwsuEiBqVu7BnXtzRv6qelBYgkJem31_aL_hiSrG9KtlZS-nK8M3C1q5cg8JYvRqi2ELDU2BcyJMGQvX7MVy8bZLopnO5skspmCjqEMr0kcx7DHB5u4/s1600/bluejayo.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634802869568756626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioUkzZ60qQedcnvU4oNMUbEtgeFwsuEiBqVu7BnXtzRv6qelBYgkJem31_aL_hiSrG9KtlZS-nK8M3C1q5cg8JYvRqi2ELDU2BcyJMGQvX7MVy8bZLopnO5skspmCjqEMr0kcx7DHB5u4/s400/bluejayo.JPG" /></a> Finding objects discarded, offer contemplation and are always things I find inspiration from. Images can happen anywhere-you just have to act with intention!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>borrowedplumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446505185121595919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313921670009453869.post-23184343843826373862008-08-04T20:22:00.000-07:002008-08-04T20:27:26.289-07:00caught off guard<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESmjAE37JtuCiQdB8OCV164uzspSEUACxrk6fgoFq5V4kqMGL0LZG_3sJzWneTaCwy0rCKnXXdv0BYre55hGB7wpK8tOfel_2Kpk1GOp7GCHIue_zTkVtzpGmE2-0FJg6lxZgGnMmTXk/s1600-h/DSCF0623.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESmjAE37JtuCiQdB8OCV164uzspSEUACxrk6fgoFq5V4kqMGL0LZG_3sJzWneTaCwy0rCKnXXdv0BYre55hGB7wpK8tOfel_2Kpk1GOp7GCHIue_zTkVtzpGmE2-0FJg6lxZgGnMmTXk/s400/DSCF0623.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a><br />The first image I shot of this series. Why I like for things to have a "not everything is as it appears" quality, I think may be an attempt to speak of the human condition. At least speaking from my inward reflection, the only way I know how to articulate that place that is - through images.<br /></div>borrowedplumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446505185121595919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313921670009453869.post-79297277243475066012008-08-04T20:16:00.000-07:002008-08-04T20:17:35.252-07:00out of bounds<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcN-k86mfYgIx8u7e2gHWNbsJb_4SUUUjpt5ku8DYB-QvO38KKlgjIRir2iqEbn5YnCmYNW6y0vDcEhqnJPe3y7U_Pgz3jUsiC9iohTmN4ZpNbiN1Cl5dID0cpOw4OHX-BTGLMOHlWvzc/s1600-h/DSCF0626.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcN-k86mfYgIx8u7e2gHWNbsJb_4SUUUjpt5ku8DYB-QvO38KKlgjIRir2iqEbn5YnCmYNW6y0vDcEhqnJPe3y7U_Pgz3jUsiC9iohTmN4ZpNbiN1Cl5dID0cpOw4OHX-BTGLMOHlWvzc/s400/DSCF0626.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>I am so glad that I have found a new way to "see" again (maybe the right word is "look"), it is really so refreshing and inspiring. These evening garden/yard pictures are really studies, for when I shoot similar ones in large format.borrowedplumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446505185121595919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313921670009453869.post-9125387202509235792008-08-04T20:02:00.000-07:002009-02-18T20:24:08.014-08:00night time curiosities<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiikNnCQmfjo-3oJZOuzFYfiEUQ5Fij-rQhrlTLGSCVWVlMrNh-uELl5OQjvhhq_BmN5CijRSJZNFMgHqE2n5U6KsyqCmcyQhp48YNPomqPolcEXah0WJR64o38JKlkRYJLbNhISPJMr-s/s1600-h/DSCF0641.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiikNnCQmfjo-3oJZOuzFYfiEUQ5Fij-rQhrlTLGSCVWVlMrNh-uELl5OQjvhhq_BmN5CijRSJZNFMgHqE2n5U6KsyqCmcyQhp48YNPomqPolcEXah0WJR64o38JKlkRYJLbNhISPJMr-s/s320/DSCF0641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304359441260930818" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://localhost:2284/2ab9ed36a6c1a8508f22780e513162bf/image5532.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://localhost:2284/2ab9ed36a6c1a8508f22780e513162bf/image5532.jpg?size=400" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Seeing things in new ways becomes even more challenging, yet more rewarding in the same breath! (when you have lived in the same town for 28 + years) Oddly enough I feel even more a sense of gratification when I produce an image that to me is even unfamiliar. It also gives me the sense of intention and desire that I thrive on!<br /></div> </div>borrowedplumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446505185121595919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313921670009453869.post-58556905950323831502007-12-29T09:12:00.001-08:002007-12-29T09:17:59.172-08:00Dragging One's Heals<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32XbHloxNYffzGktgV2c6diKF9c8VHGpRBjEgiFJnFLQL4BoEz2dtMkS4lBY0VGXrWi655kC5KvlHTJsuc7iiLTMa9xdTscPBiJfw_5u6UUFXFPdleDEr3Y9lyqLzcLfiOWktpG1dWng/s1600-h/dragging+your+heals.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32XbHloxNYffzGktgV2c6diKF9c8VHGpRBjEgiFJnFLQL4BoEz2dtMkS4lBY0VGXrWi655kC5KvlHTJsuc7iiLTMa9xdTscPBiJfw_5u6UUFXFPdleDEr3Y9lyqLzcLfiOWktpG1dWng/s320/dragging+your+heals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149444218407061746" border="0" /></a>This is obviously meant to be a pun, but why the image came to me I'm not really sure. This image to me is the most successful. It is a powerful image in it's narration as well as it's more formal qualities. I do wish for comments on this one if anyone has them.borrowedplumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446505185121595919noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313921670009453869.post-38961757310902680612007-12-29T09:10:00.001-08:002007-12-29T09:12:14.343-08:00Looking Back<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-aWF4_bYQUjFjVrXw1nSLJ_eeDwiLhVRjkbB2RuS88cEZZsGSw4Is37bmHhyT_uBJGzsTo415Vjfpaq2m5go0ouREE3bdtmypc_4IQUHDtPR-Hcaw-bxoaJ6diLHFC_qp3sZ7FiyTNyo/s1600-h/looking+back.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-aWF4_bYQUjFjVrXw1nSLJ_eeDwiLhVRjkbB2RuS88cEZZsGSw4Is37bmHhyT_uBJGzsTo415Vjfpaq2m5go0ouREE3bdtmypc_4IQUHDtPR-Hcaw-bxoaJ6diLHFC_qp3sZ7FiyTNyo/s320/looking+back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149443685831117026" border="0" /></a>My only self-portrait of the series thus far.borrowedplumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446505185121595919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313921670009453869.post-1359993879713192192007-12-29T09:02:00.001-08:002007-12-29T09:09:53.440-08:00Almost There<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS70TAbONSRvC7GwS7CfEnlDH4ky4LJUy01PneJ5SxxIE1Es73heyLEQynmkJPVKBm6wOH8vwxx4wYf0K5pWhUsrt4ARZiLSovSKKLx1yICMJR75h7VAeCvqvCe61U6K3wR_bO0uDNUx4/s1600-h/almost+there.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS70TAbONSRvC7GwS7CfEnlDH4ky4LJUy01PneJ5SxxIE1Es73heyLEQynmkJPVKBm6wOH8vwxx4wYf0K5pWhUsrt4ARZiLSovSKKLx1yICMJR75h7VAeCvqvCe61U6K3wR_bO0uDNUx4/s320/almost+there.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149441748800866514" border="0" /></a>I hope to instill a sense of intrigue within the viewer.<br />By capturing what could be read as a negative situation and giving the sense of a more hopeful or ethereal presence is hard to do, but I strive to keep making sense the only way I know how, by image-making!borrowedplumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446505185121595919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313921670009453869.post-58002386636865881552007-11-27T10:15:00.001-08:002007-12-29T09:23:49.273-08:00"False Hope"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5oG5Smz6C49QWJJUGvreNAvDhCJOxFdYGjYmHuWPKjgEYKjIc7O8wPqBvXTxjOm0wQrObwReg3lg1ruf7JhP0dx7l572W_K0pAc2ObxM4U9bY_roVnW8RP5-LC7_9ceRSkCJ5f-kEkc/s1600-h/falsehope.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5oG5Smz6C49QWJJUGvreNAvDhCJOxFdYGjYmHuWPKjgEYKjIc7O8wPqBvXTxjOm0wQrObwReg3lg1ruf7JhP0dx7l572W_K0pAc2ObxM4U9bY_roVnW8RP5-LC7_9ceRSkCJ5f-kEkc/s320/falsehope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149446675128355106" border="0" /></a><br />Wasn't sure to title this "awakening", or "false hope"? As I stated earlier I am wanting these images to be read on many levels. The open narrative can only go so far, I feel that giving titles to lead the viewer is important, but if anyone has suggestions it would be appreciated.borrowedplumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446505185121595919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313921670009453869.post-61932988725587909702007-11-27T09:55:00.001-08:002007-12-29T09:20:03.802-08:00"Safe and Sound"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPIJf2TqenGv_KqmSmy69yffauKgCJhpMRzM2M-zHu5aOhWqESQC06cqCTBe6-FP8jvLn9N_e15t4TeU9dqCgYbn4u6PRZZjuZMXPOVgxnIJJbKZNkrNZQ1vXEXFYUX9GYqBjpLFssHDM/s1600-h/safe+and+sound.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPIJf2TqenGv_KqmSmy69yffauKgCJhpMRzM2M-zHu5aOhWqESQC06cqCTBe6-FP8jvLn9N_e15t4TeU9dqCgYbn4u6PRZZjuZMXPOVgxnIJJbKZNkrNZQ1vXEXFYUX9GYqBjpLFssHDM/s320/safe+and+sound.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149445833314765058" border="0" /></a><br />Trying to make more of an uneasy feeling in the viewer. I like to call these types of images "intentional happenings". It is meant to be a sort of wrong doing, but I want for there also to be hope, thus the title.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5JQEFVJ5QgheZFIab5663VE5dnvWICr2ZPl0IWpYIaU496VKT8LM81ZxAUyva23QKSRgaG65F0uKzO9-pyecc0iSYOXwsgAYUBRLKEnnYGTdoU1dGnYnHR_LDqpNp_tkVMVbej-ysVeM/s1600-h/safe+and+sound.jpg"><br /></a>borrowedplumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446505185121595919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313921670009453869.post-4773938812097644182007-11-24T16:08:00.001-08:002007-12-29T09:21:37.518-08:00"Cleansing"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcu5zU8k8NNwdIZ4t2nL4W8-xbtbqMAQrODQsgA5Dlf63YK-UexyEoBqzzAPtptau8C6exUDZF9dyqK08TG9KAUsr-vuRSYh5Zt30nbbVBCEYPvUlNUoNUAvSmSoCLIV3M4xO0vLBTwgE/s1600-h/washing+away.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcu5zU8k8NNwdIZ4t2nL4W8-xbtbqMAQrODQsgA5Dlf63YK-UexyEoBqzzAPtptau8C6exUDZF9dyqK08TG9KAUsr-vuRSYh5Zt30nbbVBCEYPvUlNUoNUAvSmSoCLIV3M4xO0vLBTwgE/s320/washing+away.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149446241336658194" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Whether it be a voyeuristic image or merely one of self reflection (seemingly like a memory), the idea was to make all of these people in the images be anyone. I feel that this image is very quiet and contemplative. I hope others will be able to feel the same sensation when looking at it.borrowedplumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446505185121595919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313921670009453869.post-35888210566500834522007-11-24T15:54:00.000-08:002007-11-24T16:03:55.082-08:00"Lull"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiePqe9n2yBzDGMI-EJ5xlo8sl9epWjNqPoaPFUgiOTFiQK87vJdRnNl0JCLLSvRteJob-OZdqJn4j6NbxD2R7BTKaRPC6ZRZS0dHrWwjzbVWhQDbivYA8yoYou7DWrvMKFa5RS11UpoX8/s1600-h/feetlight.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiePqe9n2yBzDGMI-EJ5xlo8sl9epWjNqPoaPFUgiOTFiQK87vJdRnNl0JCLLSvRteJob-OZdqJn4j6NbxD2R7BTKaRPC6ZRZS0dHrWwjzbVWhQDbivYA8yoYou7DWrvMKFa5RS11UpoX8/s320/feetlight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136561227730300402" border="0" /></a>This is another interim image, what happens before and after I would like to leave up to the viewer. The open narrative I believe gives others a chance to bring themselves, their experiences, hopes as well as fears to the work. Enjoy!borrowedplumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446505185121595919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313921670009453869.post-85565429519519435122007-11-16T07:42:00.001-08:002007-11-16T07:49:09.131-08:00Waiting<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCGWhm2seRPtZJ8Lk7v_uxTxAJDI6UoeOhl_oGtNguzZlee6Wj2lZODxvO3586WCksW7ZJZpWrFFneOWXWproZxr7leqXsNNEHm77NLaYoII0tnDscxDG25jjbGW_9hGSHrbAYkQy7K4/s1600-h/woodfloor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCGWhm2seRPtZJ8Lk7v_uxTxAJDI6UoeOhl_oGtNguzZlee6Wj2lZODxvO3586WCksW7ZJZpWrFFneOWXWproZxr7leqXsNNEHm77NLaYoII0tnDscxDG25jjbGW_9hGSHrbAYkQy7K4/s200/woodfloor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133464332971584994" border="0" /></a>Most of the time it is these moments that go by without acknowledgment; of the time we don't spend running around, taking care of family, domestics, career as well as somewhere in there some sort of a social element. I am paying tribute to the quiet moments in this photo- consider it a homage to what i feel is so often overlooked.borrowedplumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446505185121595919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313921670009453869.post-37646594796040023642007-11-09T05:47:00.000-08:002007-11-09T05:51:22.758-08:00Cleaning House<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1vtFKISoLwIM9lXQ3lEAktnlkffPdtQZ-8L-_gs4vCBuJI0DLiJ5P8Oifjfs0lWOXwoh0EgEqMc5jd_p3VqLLf7csmPCeKTZfrjkYpPa886WwWOhxqiK-y4ohGWcmBdPmuTJb8D9RMA/s1600-h/feet2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130836857956042642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1vtFKISoLwIM9lXQ3lEAktnlkffPdtQZ-8L-_gs4vCBuJI0DLiJ5P8Oifjfs0lWOXwoh0EgEqMc5jd_p3VqLLf7csmPCeKTZfrjkYpPa886WwWOhxqiK-y4ohGWcmBdPmuTJb8D9RMA/s320/feet2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />There is a certain facination with the isolated figure, living life in a solitary moment. A glimpse into someone's private life.borrowedplumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446505185121595919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1313921670009453869.post-16985150491732178112007-11-09T05:41:00.000-08:002007-11-09T05:43:06.060-08:00The story of "feet"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPLMe502A9ml7e1bytvbIUXnvG5YF3IvKlsXMoRT5EuLSeecOUaIEbTEIdNEWrUxumtetIMxLL4cJZyl-g8la25gAugLEYFDwMv7SmZ-8-dyV7_Zuvgur0fTwb9mnqlt3FYkOc6CWx_Jc/s1600-h/feet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130835423436965762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPLMe502A9ml7e1bytvbIUXnvG5YF3IvKlsXMoRT5EuLSeecOUaIEbTEIdNEWrUxumtetIMxLL4cJZyl-g8la25gAugLEYFDwMv7SmZ-8-dyV7_Zuvgur0fTwb9mnqlt3FYkOc6CWx_Jc/s320/feet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Exploring the narrative that is possible with this new sereies of photos. I have not decided to include myself in this particular series....yet!</div>borrowedplumeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12446505185121595919noreply@blogger.com0