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Summertime growing up in Villas, NJ lots of my friends’ families were Catholic, Irish or Italian, some German or Polish. Almost all were blue collar, factory & shipyard workers. Or they got by otherwise. Some stayed with grandparents. The blessed Virgin was ubiquitous: on dashboards, front lawns, jewelry, framed next to her Son in every dining room where the mother fed the neighbor kids as well as her own. Some kids went to St Raymond’s school on Bayshore Road, but most went back to Philly, where their real homes were; the Villas was for summer vacation, fresh air for the kids, breathing room for mom and the Villas Fishing Club on the bay for men- only. The boardwalk over in Wildwood for everybody with a car or bus fare.

Labor Day Weekend marked the end of summer firmly as a door closing. The following Monday morning the streets were silent, window blinds pulled down, driveways- twelve hours earlier festooned with wading pools, kids, grills, beer bottles & fishing gear, empty. A vacuous quiet descended. Left behind we were all watchers in this new found emptiness, watchful for artifacts of the prior occupants, for signs that summer had existed at all. Mary would stare dolefully back at us from within her blue robes at various locations throughout the neighborhood, daring our trespass.

And then there was St Francis, keeper of beasts & of nature, benevolent & compassionate. Guardian of the wildness inside us all and protector of the earth, he would keep watch along the bay all winter long, and ever after.

Three Visions of St Francis Guarding the Delaware Bay

Three Visions of St Francis Guarding the Delaware Bay

Three Visions of St Francis Guarding the Delaware

Three Visions of St Francis Guarding the Delaware

Three Visions of St Francis Guarding the Delaware

Three Visions of St Francis Guarding the Delaware Bay

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Paul Vanderbilt & Alec Soth’s current Madison exhibits and accompanying text/audio and Frank Gohlke’s Thoughts On Landscape have me thinking about visual rhythms, algorithms and typologies.

Photos individual, paired, in series syncopate with what- anticipations, expectations, apprehensions?– in the viewer. And the resulting resonance renders them meaningful. Or.

The thing in itself, the subject without the photo, the photo without the viewer, retains meaning in situ independent of the intervening  eyes. Is it when the human attention drawn to the object of the len’s affection focusses deeply in that moment,  that the recognition of coincident, adjacent, harmonic- or dissonant– significance in the image(s) occurs? & Association liberates vision from its expectations.

And thinking too much impedes seeing:) A series of random views that made me stop and shoot during recent travels:

Umbrellas at Willow Vineyard, Cape May, NJ

Umbrellas at Willow Vineyard, Cape May

Levitation.  Seaport promenade, Manhattan

Levitation. Seaport promenade, Manhattan (thanks to Liz S. for the tipoff!)

Wisconsin River Autumn, early morning

Wisconsin River Autumn, early morning

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Civilian Conservation Corp access staircase to another world, built in 1930’s about the same time Tolkien was writing the Hobbit- was it something in the water?

Exhausted by civilization I spent yesterday alone in the woods, best remedy in the world and one that needs to be taken by everyone- by me in larger doses, more frequently and longer. Wyalusing State Park is one of Wisconsin’s treasures along the Mississippi River. So much of the normal sacred wilderness shares with us has gone missing from our day to day worlds, and we suffer that absence unknowingly, individually and as a culture. Without deep roots, growth ceases.  These photos contain some of the old medicine I discovered yesterday.

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Headwater above the cave. Don’t let the tiny stream fool you- a torrent’s just one heavy rainfall away

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Picture Rock Cave, water carved in St Peter sandstone, @ 400 million years old, deposited below the waves of the Ordovician Sea.

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Woodland Effigy Mound peoples took refuge here; their petroglyphs and rock paintings were destroyed by subsequent visitors. http://www.nps.gov/efmo/historyculture/effigy-moundbuilders.htm

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Beauty at every turn in these woods

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Hanging Gardens of leaf, moss and shadow adorn the upper walls of this sandstone cavern

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River of Word Flow

Rhymes and Reasons

Alec Soth's Archived Blog

Alec Soth's Blog from 2006-2007

eduardo libby: photography blog

Writings about the art and technique of photography. Mostly with Nikon equipment.

RTW Roxy

23 years old girl travelling solo on a motorcycle.

Caitlin Jean Russell

Travel Tips, Photographs and Experiences

Roxy Travels

23 years old girl travelling solo on a motorcycle.

John Wreford Photographer

Words and Pictures from the Middle East & Balkans

Elan Mudrow

Smidgens

Frank Solanki

If you want to be a hero well just follow me

Travelling around the world

Traveller, photography

TravellersPlanet

a pair of ragged claws scuttling

Street Photography

Straßenfotografie • Beobachtungen am Wegesrand

Through Open Lens

Home of Lukas Kondraciuk Photography

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