Void

April 22, 2021

Purpose

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?

Residue: life

Blast

February 3, 2012

1960 Cadillac

Thought Provoking

March 8, 2011

Henry Ward Beecher

February 10, 2011

Untitled

 

“Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.”

AFT – A Union of Professionals – Virtual Exhibits, Genuine Learning.

The photograph as text

November 30, 2010

Mt. Hood

Mt. Hood

National Forest Land

Lower Kingsley Reservoir

Shithouse

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