urn:uuid:81d7ae63-5740-7892-528e-f00b893c42ce 2010-03-18T01:20:25-04:00 Deerhawk urn:uuid:cff41049-1aad-d7aa-96d5-3c7987ae8ac1

Been traveling a lot... meeting a ton of real great folks...having a killer time! But fall is in the air, leaves are starting to turn.
Fall is my favorite time of year. Love the colors and smells.... Thanksgiving....Frost. I have a ton of projects just waiting for the crappy weather to kick in.
Going to San Diego in Nov for a few to visit some of the old Surf crowd... that should be a blast!
Been shooting a ton of images as well.... and that will be one of the projects this winter, to go through these images and start weeding and printing.
Paradise Farm was one of those.
I feel like crap...so I guess that's it.
I'll catch up in 6-8 weeks.... not that you'all give a rats ass...]]>

2009-09-29T22:46:03-04:00 urn:uuid:25aa6860-3753-e4d3-1efa-05db2ba6f8d3

Nothin else to do 'cept Fish.....
So I am in the process of doin jus that. I know...all broken up ain't ya?
Truth be told, this is when it all happens anyhoo....so I would be goin no matter! (I know...the Ex used to hate it to...hence the "EX"
But these little excursions bring me to some of the most awesome places those little retna's uf yours have eva seen.
And I will post...deep canyons....tree lined creeks....bad ass rivers....and phat slimey feesh! (I don't smell nothin)
So......
Bye (fer now)





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2009-04-05T12:40:05-04:00 urn:uuid:7205191a-4e6c-730e-2a33-3aa481816b48

A general agreement is that composition is probably the most important aspect of any particular piece;
"I usually have an immediate recognition of the potential image, and I have found that to much concern about matters such as "conventional" composition may take the edge off the first inclusive reaction"
Ansel Adams
That immediate recognition is what I call the "Holy Shit!" factor. Example....I was coming home from 3 days of Fly Fishing in Eastern Oregon by way of Sisters, the Santiam Pass and Detroit (no wheels). Lazy Sunday evening, late spring, I came across a group of tourists all pulled over on the other side of the road with cameras and binocs out...not unusual here by any means, but it raised my interest. So as I drove by I looked over my shoulder to see what they might be looking at, and here was Mt. Jefferson, covered in snow, and magnified by the atmosphere, with the fading light of sunset giving it the most amazing Aspenglow I had ever seen!
Holy Shit!
There are those times when it seems that it's all done for you, all you have to do is record.
"The Artist should control the flow of the composition, which means sometimes breaking the rules"
JM Brodrick
"Developing a composition is a Creative Process involving Intuition and Thinking more than following the rules"
Alessandra Bitelli
There are certainly basic "rules" of composition, and one should be at least aware of these. They can act as a check point when developing an idea. But breaking the rules is what creativity is all about. Therefore study of composition is a must, but should not become an Albatross around an artists neck, choking creativity.
"You compose because you want to somehow summarize in some permanent form your most basic feelings about being alive, to set down...some sort of permanent statement about the way it feels to be alive now, today!"
Aaron Copland
It is in effect, your personal artistic endevor that you are trying to convey. Your Soul on paper to coin a phrase. You want the "Wow" reaction from others....you want the pop! You want to draw people in!
Composition is the highway to this destination. The motor that drives Art in all of it's forms.
Anyone can paint a picture...kids, teachers. Anyone can take a photograph....old folks, real estate brokers. It takes a Composer to create a lasting impression that pass the test of time, whatever form that impression might take.

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2009-03-10T11:11:33-04:00 urn:uuid:8b1c7f12-603f-732f-5d5b-ce5145594c87

A massive system that we don't even have to think about...don't have to screw with...
Most of the time
Amazing how we get pissed off at it......sometimes
How it effects our mood....our being
Ever notice the sunlight...on your hand...on a tree
Traveling so far...so fast...just to end up there....warming your hand
Or her face
Or that doorway....the one the bum sits in wrapped in his dirty blanket
93 million miles....just to warm his blanket
Or the women going into the store....in Brazil
Or the shepherd in Mongolia
It sits out there....and cooks...part of the system
And we spin around....on this ball of dirt...part of the same system
Perpetual
No "on" switch needed....amazing
What else???
Got Metheny/Towner on the box....mellow groove
Organic Expressoooo good!
Have to shoot a local historic building in about 2 hours
Re-do on the invite
Possible meeting later for input
Nail down pre-film festivus for opening night...only night in the Stump / Fly Fishing Film Tour
http://flyfishingfilmtour.com
What else??
Just to say.....step outside....embrace
The Sun....The Sky
The Earth
A friend or lover
that's all I got
all
bad fish
Aren't necessarily bad
more
later

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2009-03-04T11:29:29-05:00 urn:uuid:a0534005-c901-a183-ae99-4d0805d616cc

I ain't changin the story line...it is what it is...ya'all jus gotta deal wit it......simple
This is by special request.

Now gather 'round kiddies.....
Once upon a time, in a place not to far from where ya'all rest yer nappy lil heads, there was a group of friends, 7 or 8...I forget.
The first guy was a software engineer with bad breath (even though he ate those little mint thingys) and a recieding hairline...29 and still lived with his parents...wore black rimed glasses and looked like he never shaved.....and he had hair sticking out of his Farmer John tank top. But forget about him 'cause he never went on this trip.....'cause, well, he said he Fly Fished but it was all BS.
The second, third and forth guys were pretty cool. The fifth guy was a handsome outdoorsy type, always on the river, great caster, hunter, owned 'bout a dozen fly rods, always had camping shit spread all over his house.....and played in the second person by yours truly.
And the rest of the guys were cool to.....but not the geek.....but he didn't go on this trip anyway, so forget about him.
You still here?....alright
Anyhoo, they all decided to do this trip....the one were talkin about....they called it a "Bake"......I don't know!.....maybe 'cause they were gonna "Bake" something there?, fucking fish or something? Go figure. So they went on this bake/trip/fishing thing at a river that was like 300 fucking miles away. When they got there they set up camp, broke out the equipment (rods, waders, nets, mary jane joints in old altoid tins, little bottles of booze, etc, etc) and went down to the river to try to fool these fish into thinkin that the feathers that these guys had tied to sharp hooks were actualy bugs that had like fallen in the water......ya, right.
When it got to dark to see, and after a few of them had fallen into the river, they all returned to the camp, lit the fire, and proceeded to tell each other huge lies about what they had encountered. There was food. Bags of greasy chips, luke warm tubs of salsa (hot) brats on sticks fashioned from semi-poisonous plants, beer (lots...cold) whikky, cookies, bread....look, the list goes on, K?
One guy, we'll call wook, he was a great consumer of all the aforementioned shit...'specialy the Whikky. The Whikky was in a 1/2 gallon jug, soo's it could be passed 'round with little trouble. Did I mention there were cigars???...from Havana???
Anyhoo, as the evening progressed, wook consumed prolly 1/4 to 1//3 of that Whikky bottle himself, along with brats, chips, salsa, cookies and various other sundry items not mentioned here....cigars.
'Round 'bout 9:30 or soo, the wook excused himself and crawled off to his tent to sleep the night away in total bliss......ya, right. Things were quiet. You could hear the Coyotes in the hills, shooting stars made there way across clear skies. At one point we heard a Mountain Lion call out...VERY COOL!!! As we sat around the blazing fire, expounding about how lucky we were, and the fact that the wives/sig others were MILES away.....some very disturbing sounds began to eminate from wook's tent. These were, as only can be described, long belches, with just a bit to much liquid associated with them. 3 or 4 of these happened in succesion....then a short silence.....followed by "ooh fuck....FUUUCCCCK!!!"
All eyes were now trained on the tent opening as wook emerged....covered...and dripping, in a primordial soup of his own making.
We all jumped up and backed away from the fire, just in case that some of this matter might be, on the off chance of course, flammable! Wook stood for a moment in repose, then bent over putting his hands on his knees, and let another load go right there in front of God and everyone. At this point people were begining to leave the scene. The guy next to me took a puff of his cigar, and said "Fuckin WOW!" I had to agree.
Wook stood erect for just a second, but his lack of balance overcame him, and he fell into the pool he had just made....ya, right. Everyone shook their heads. Wook looked up from his demise, pointed his finger at me and said, in somewhat of a slurred tone "Bad Fish...Bad fuckin FISH bro". One of the other guys turned to me and snickered "It's YOUR fault"......"fuck off" I replied.
We dragged wook down to the river and cleaned him up....all the while he kept repeating "bad fish man, bad fish", then managed to get him into some clean, dry clothes. One of the guys lent him an extra sleeping bag, and we set him up just off the main camp with a bivvy cover. I grabbed a camp shovel and covered the "mess" with a good helping of dirt. Just before we turned in, I heard one of the guys say "what a fuckin production"
And so it was born.....
bad fish
more later]]>

2009-03-01T12:15:39-05:00 urn:uuid:0d685c16-ce8a-0d56-32c3-60b041c82f45

Ready for the weekend, out the door early Fri to hit the high-country and Snow-Shoeing in the Cascades
I'll have pics for your weary cublikile grey maters, don't u worry. And I'll be thinkin 'bout ya asswell while u sit in the line.
Air's SOOOOO fresh, person could loose themselves.
Let's see who's kickin ass on Arti tonight;
earph - Indiscriminate Illusions....yep
PHASE02 - Healthy....Oh Laud!
ShellyStill - 23......Nice capture.....NICE!
Kami - Magical Road.....I'll be ridin that road at first light
Are we having fun yet??????
I got a ton of images to run in FoToChOp
Catch up again when the sky cry's
Chaquico/Freeman and just a bit of James.....Skidaway
If they ask, tell them I was bad.....
just say,
"bad fish"
more later? (I was afraid of that)

This much fun......AND a paycheck?..........(suckers)]]>

2009-02-26T22:39:15-05:00 urn:uuid:8b604e6d-1ec4-a2ef-a6c6-23390b2d516e

"what?" she said
I guess I was talking a BIT LOUDER than normal 'cause I still had Spyro on the box. (note to self: take OFF the head phones!)
"oh....ahh, do you have a napkin?"
She huffed at me.
fuck.
It snowed last night. I know that means nothing to some of you.....some who have had no less than 2 feet outside your door since 2008
Hmmmm???
Client meeting tomorrow eve (hope I get AT LEAST a free glass of Sherry)....sum desert would be good
I'd be happy with grape juice at this point.....but, ah....not that watered down shit, I do have some dignity left.
GM needs to go Bye Bye and we need to start building some of the rigs these guys (Squall, aesthetictheories, etc) on Arti are designin.
Anglo-American is shedding....one more nail in Pebbles coffin
Changed the oil, replaced the plugs
What else???
Aneley....whooa, nice stuff!
craquelures....The Island....yep
sober....nice rendition...catchy Traffic title
Cup 2
I got shit I gotta do
Anyone got a napkin?....anyone?
bad fish
Mower
Laid her (blahahahaha!)]]>

2009-02-26T12:31:18-05:00 urn:uuid:2ece5f2e-77ab-2150-3d5b-19afc5a0b133

What?.....lets see....read 'bout the Android thing....lot's of ideas, no one pullin it together....meh.
What else??...keep thinkin 'bout what Barak said last night...guy's a heavy hitter...but...lot of shit on his plate....hmmmm?
Bernenke stuck his neck out....tryin as he might to read the bones, but he aint no Shaman...no bottom to this pit yet.
checked sum Arti shit....
tsarye...Love Song....hope u get sum Bro
inphi....Scavenger....sweet
tiboat8h stuff...(note to self: go back!)
Breakers De-manufacture.....yep, it's there!
change the oil, plugs.
I see sum blue, an edge to the stormfront, ton of the white stuff to the East....Friday
till then the horses stay tied..
What else???
apology's for the spelling....but I'm NOT a speller
what else???
got nothin
bad fish
more later]]>

2009-02-25T11:03:04-05:00 urn:uuid:90fd2b78-18ae-239e-3260-f81b848931a6

To find Your place
Being part
Of society's ill's

Open grazing
In concrete alcoves
No fence
Narrow plain

Metal plastic
Chairs and Tables
Green
Like the grass
Like Spring in the Serengeti

Social animal
Complex behavior
Life mate
Attracted to other herds

We stop to hold
And gaze
At the Sweet Tree's leaves
But not to eat
Not now

Saved instead
For the water hole
Or, our own nest's

Some destined to scavenge
Through the Canyons
Teeth and Talon
Trash as treasure
Traded at the canteen

Sleek black and white
Predators
Watch our every move
Drawn to the Mating Ritual

Not as a seasonal thing
The drums beat every night In villages
Till the first light

Our children walk around In mock costume
Balking at Elders
But the Medicine Man's Hut is full

The Lioness does not gather
She sits instead attracting
All who come near
Yes even the prey who know of Her
The strong legs
The sharp claws
The white fangs
They stand within striking distance
Hoping to be next

She stores her quarry
In the crook of the Fever Tree
All the while, the fly's gather

The afternoon heat brings on
Shedding of skin
At the rivers edge
Hippos hide their mass
Rolling in the depths

Crocks wait quietly
In their eyes the explosive rage
Now mixed with the shadows
While Gazelle's preen and wade in the cool
Until their breasts are wet
Always watching who''s watching

The late wind blows dry
As afternoon plies it's course
Storms rise over the Eastern hills
Nervous flapping leaves match the rolls of thunder

Disturbed, the Anaconda uncoils it's quiet stealth
So much cunning, so strong
The young ones know not what hits
Till the time of worry is well past
And the clouds turn to blood with the sunset
As bolts strikes the dust

In evenings half light the Jackal strides
His crazy wonder laughing incessantly
Sleep comes hard for those who need it
Fearful of the mortal wound

Distant cries are muffled, not payed attention to
Distant growls are heeded
One eye open
Short breaths.....

From Millennium Writings / '98



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2009-02-24T01:38:42-05:00 urn:uuid:ffb6dff1-2a11-0277-dd7a-04023b84d9ac

So where is one to go? To make a mark? to BE sombody?....can't say....aint got the answer
So that leaves what?....yerself?...yep, inside yerself.....u got yerself, preservation....square one
From that square....square one....the whole fucking Universe is spread before
All opportunity
All possibilities
From that....square one
So step out today...this day....light the rocket....blast across that changing sky
the sky thats above you
above square one
begin
Alpha now
yes
crazy like a Fox
bad fish
more later]]>

2009-02-24T00:30:58-05:00