Void
April 22, 2021
Nuances in meaning suggest the construction is mine, at this moment, now past. Perhaps time is the void. And now the two intersect, intertwine, and integrate into possibilities. Purpose emerges from the depths of possibility–or do I mean time–without which, the void, or do I mean time, or do I mean possibility, only the void–or do I mean time–exists. ~slr
An immeasurable middle
March 27, 2021
Extreme to measure. That’s where this situation is, one year and some irrelevant number of days past our U.S. lockdown inspired by Covid-19, isn’t it?
Blast
February 3, 2012
Thought Provoking
March 8, 2011
Henry Ward Beecher
February 10, 2011
“Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.”
A Union of Professionals – Virtual Exhibits, Genuine Learning
January 24, 2011
The photograph as text
November 30, 2010
On June 20, 2010, my significant other and I went for an excursion through the Gorge and into the Mt. Hood National Forest lands.
This series of pictures functions as a visual text by documenting human impact in and on National Forest land.
slr/2010