Waiting for the Sun

Time stands still, Winter Solstice 2015, County M, near Blue River, WI

"Color is the deeds & the suffering of light." Afternoon of the shortest day, Winter Solstice 2015

"Haven't I seen you round here before?" Gone the way of the lead sled, Hgwy 61, WI

Watch the skys, Central House Hotel December 2015.

Time waits for none

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Instagram Daily Mail

The addictive, pavlovian, Instagrammatic deus ex machina app lurking in my G4 phone has vacuumed my attention & time away from this primary blog.
Currently under the influences of Alex & Rebecca Webb. Friends keep telling me my images remind them of my old poems…its all one’s mind’s eye witnessing isnt it?. All one-mind’s eye..?Lately updates look like (in print a tiny tin type size magazine of images screaming for eye contact):

Twilight Kronshage Park

Gideon Room, Central House Hotel, Boscobel WI

Walk away, Treasure Island FL

Home for the holidays

Barn stormed, Grant Co. WI

Fall in the Driftless

Frack sand pit, Grant Co, WI

Gulf Beaches break this month in my prehistoric summertime memory freighted, old school Florida:

Gulfport Casino Ballroom

Warehouse Arts District, St Petersburg 

Storm approaching Ft DeSoto

In the midst of car dealer row & six lanes of traffic on Odana Road in Madison, this #Wisconsin:

phonography album of questions

Fall fireworks in a small town

WiscoSouthern engine slicing light

Rear of the Central House Hotel, home of the Gideon Bible & purportedly haunted. Priceless hotel bar.

Big Bayou Blue Heron, St Petersburg Florida

Cracker range, old Florida, Marion County

Entrance to Bald Bluff trail, Boscobel

Spring storm across the cornfields, Hgwy 18 W. of Cobb, Wisconsin

Cleaning up my phonography files. Square format Instagram edits- filter paintings would be a good description for these digitally mediated images. Thinking about creating a squarebook to see what language suggests itself as a narrative. Slicing light and putting it to paper now has an entirely different measure of process than in did carried out in darkrooms. And using a phone for capture…facility and facile have the same root. I find myself constantly measuring the weight of my intentions and quality of my focus (not just the lens’) as the fluidity & diversity of digital photographic media makes the significance of all images slippery. And the quantity immense. Thousands of instant images. Transitory. Unrooted, non local, a-historical, protean. Meaning runs off the surface, deliquescent, Daliesque.

Maundy Thursday, Midwest

Maundy Thursday eve

Winter not quite finished with us, somber in mudseason.
Phonographic +1 exposure , desaturated.

Wauzeka, 8 am

Wauzeka Wisconsin, February. Looking south 8am. Silence. #driftlessworld #landscape #rural #winter #phonography #smalltowns #quiet