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it’s easy to only focus on the sadness inherent in an old derelict building like teton. / when you know the misery in the history of a asylum, and you see / only the ruins of what it once was, you sometimes become blinded / by the macabre and morose, by thwarted hopes and unchecked corruption. / if this is all you see – in an abandoned building, in your own life, in the world around you / it’s easy to feel that perhaps it would be best to erase it all, to hide everything away / so deep that it can’t encroach upon your fleeting comforts and contentment. / but, in this place where such terrible, tragic things occurred / there is something else that resides there – sometimes in the brilliant green ivy / that works its way into cracks and crevasses the way lovers’ fingers entwine, / sometimes in the softness of the wind, or the stillness of untouched afternoon sunlight – or / the way gravity welcomes the falling rafters back to the earth and time / absolves its past in the oblivion of unmolested sleep. teton had such beauty – in / the sincerely charitable ambitions that built it, in the graceful forms of its architect’s true design, / in the naive hope of the many who genuinely believed it could bring a cure for the ill, / and in those confined who stole friendships and dignity from the greedy hands of / disgrace and neglect. if you can’t see these things, you’ll never understand why i do what i do. / photographs capture slivers of time. they preserve a point of view, a moment / that would otherwise be forever lost. if you seek truth through them, / maybe you can illuminate the soul of a thing, and maybe show someone else / the proud glory and splendor of the forgotten and forsaken. / the triumphs and frailties of human endeavor may now be heard only in echoes, / but i guarantee you if you are quiet and you listen / you will hear not screams of agony and anguish, but the sweet serenity of final release. / if you approach the past with humility and reverence in your heart you’ll realize that / immortality is not something anyone can ever capture – but if you are very lucky, / through a photograph perhaps you may capture a glimpse, / a fleeting moment of something that, in its own abstract and inexplicable way, / proves beyond a doubt that nothing ever dies. / —-—-—-—-—-—-- photo taken at teton state hospital / more of my work is on www.abandonedamerica.org / please check out my new book, filled with photos and text – the link is on my site’s main page!
after many many hours and km’s…. this storm was dead and I thought I had missed a ‘dream shot’. The lightinging had become so sparse it seemed ridiculous even sitting on the beach to watch, yet alone be set up to photograph lightning ! / But alas ! this storm had one final freak discharge to exult to earth….ahhh….patience and persistence. :) / / / EOS A2, Fuji Velvia 50. / ©T.Middleton2008 —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—— / / / / / see more of my weather related photography by clicking below / /
close-up of a peony that grows in my garden. / shot with my Canon A630 featured in Nirvana and Featured only
Again: / for those who are interested – here’s the original photo
Ever on / An imaginary snapshot from an apparently bleak future. / The planet has warmed, and most of the nation states have dissolved with the glaciers and ice caps, a few, of the technologically more aggressive, have retreated to the polar areas behind weaponised electronic virtual walls, living to the motto, “if your not with us, your against us”. / Outcasts, must make a life in the former temperate areas amid the detritus of previous failed civilizations, these, now mostly dry mid latitudes can support only sparse grasslands, the bleak and barren landscape punctuated by dried up seas, lakes and rivers, mobile flocks of birds seem to be the dominant animal life, constantly on the move, searching for the latest rare torrential downpour. / The former equatorial tropical areas, now, totally arid wind scoured deserts, looking ever more like a superheated Mars and sending clouds of talcum fine high altitude dust storms around the planet, which ironically serve to reflect sunlight and halt the runaway greenhouse to a dull, stable heat hell. / Although scientifically and technically far advanced compared to 21st century societies, the last century of stable climate, they are resource poor, and it’s only their control of artificial intelligence, robotics, and genetic engineering that allow the town size groups to survive on the meager supplies that the squalid land provides. / In the pictured scenario, we see a semi-permanent town set on the grasslands on the edge of a dry lake, surrounded, by both new and recycled buildings and, virtual, political and environmental billboards projected into the surrounding spaces, constantly changing, to provide the denizens with propaganda, entertainment, and images of a lost blue and green world, a reminder of what the planet used to look like, to be able to turn their eyes away from the stale, sour present. / In the distance is a large city, from a time before “The Great Dieing”, it’s a no go area for any civilized creature, populated by feral, but still fully human youths who have never known education or culture, and rarely see old age, at home in the alleys and warrens of the built up ruins, making cunning use of the last vestiges of mass produced technology. / That is why these still civilized groups inhabit the plains, the open spaces can be observed and controlled with high tech. robots and weaponry, they only venture to the ruins in armed groups to kidnap new breeding stock for their own forlorn little colony. / The two “men” are preparing to release bio-mimicry drones, indistinguishable from the real thing, to patrol the approaches to their sad little town, they are several hundred years old, the older one still remembers the green and blue world, alive only through the constant repair of their bodies by the nano-machine coursing through their bodies, these repairs can not go on indefinitly, mistakes add up as evidenced by their marked skin and dull eyes, and they know that they are no longer the premier life form in existence, but they continue to struggle and live, because they know that it’s all that there is, for them. / It was once thought that with the discovery of self conscious machines, human consciousness and identity could be uploaded and eternal life virtually guaranteed, however it was found that once the spark was lit, these “machines” immediately took over their own design /evolution, and in a matter of hours, in a runaway creative burst, left the realm of human experience, the greatest creation since the blind watchmaker made DNA all those billions of years ago, but of no use to the creator. One of the products of this, to humans, unsuccessful venture, is seen in middle ground right, neither biological or it seems material, “living” in the quantum realm it moves through the apparent dimension, like an energy wave through water, attracting, processing, and expelling the vacuum energy in one sweet motion, “walking” through the human world much as a man may wander through a meercat colony, why it visits, or why it still presents some vestige of human form, one can only speculate. It seems that the planets eco zone had already served it’s purpose and decay could now set in, it had taken billions of years for dumb evolution to create an intelligent animal, hundreds of years for these humans to discover the technology to produce intelligent machines, and hours for these machines to take the next step, earths ultimate creation now free to wander through spaces, times and dimensions. / And so, the short days roll ever onward.
I wish you could have been with me when I took this shot. I had run out of slide film, and only had some very old and outdated negative film left in my camera bag, when I came upon this delicate, but strong blade of grass. Despite sub zero temperatures and a frigid and vicious South Dakota winter wind, this grass seemed to be stretching gracefully and hopefully towards the last rays of the winter sun before it ducked behind the trees for the night. I was amazed by the simple beauty that this single blade of grass presented to me that day. It made me remember that even when times are tough there is always a ray of hope if you search for it. It touched me in a way that I can’t put into words. This photo is dedicated to my dear friend, Barb Johnson, who we lost to cancer. She fought hard. I pray she is in a good place now.
My poor little girl. She’s was nearly 10; had osteoarthritis since she was 2. If you look carefully at this image you can just see her back twisted as she holds her painful back left leg up off the ground. She hopped around alot in these last days. This particular night she had heaved herself up off her bed and brought me this toy. If I threw it she would chase it and yelp. I had to place it gently and hope my boy boxer didn’t bundle in and nick it. Canon EOS 400D 18-55mm lens FEATURED in: / ‘Our K9 Friend’ June ‘08 / Mans’ Best Friends’ May ‘09 / ‘Paws and Claws’ May ‘09 With many thanks
Sold as an A3 sized metallic print at my Brunswick St Gallery exhibition – August, 2008 Plastic People series / Seascapes / New Zealand / Frogs / Lensbaby / Infrared / Industrial / Spam / Panorama / Landscapes / Real Estate Series / People / Plastic People
I always knew that the RedBubble team had a big job on their hands. But recently, various piles around the office have been tipping me of…
I always knew that the RedBubble team had a big job on their hands. But recently, various piles around the office have been tipping me off as to just how big a job it is… / This is the board where I pin up all the cool ideas people add to the Feedback and Suggestions Forum and then refer to for ongoing nagging to get what we all want :) / ...and the ones that didn’t fit on the board! / Then Pete tells me that 2585 sales notifications went out in March and Group Activity is growing and growing / Just cleaning up Ed’s desk could be a 5 person job / We’re always trying out new products which results in the Bub Hub being taken over with samples ready to be played with and debated over. / And Peter has a more emails than I can count to deal with – 4294965818 to be precise. That explains why he never gets back to me. Sometimes finding the time to get through all the great ideas can be overwhelming, but it’s worth it. And it’s so satisfying to see artists and writers sharing their creativity. The staff may not be able to make magic happen overnight, but it’s inspiring to work with a bunch of people who are so focussed on helping artists connect with one another and sell their work. Jo
Untouched photographs of the ever changing water surface. Best viewed LARGE
Tupiza, Bolivia !
If Ever… I Could Dream / Author: Amber Elizabeth Fromm / Artist : Nala / This Writing Is Dedicated / To Joseph A. Donais IF Ever… I Could Dream That / You Were Mine / So Incredible …. The Walls That / I Would / Climb If Ever To … / Gaze Upon / Your Eyes.. To Melt The Ice / That Lies / Inside If Ever… / I Could Dream / Of Whose Voice / To Hear… Those / Whispers / In the Night, That Bring / Sweet / Tears If Ever.. / I Could Choose A Hand… / To Touch… / To Hold…. For If I Was / To Search / The World / Over, To Find / Love Or / Find Gold I Would / Choose / Not To Look / Any Further… / Than You… And For You / To Hold… You Bring / Me / Light…. Hopes, / My Life’s / Renewed. If Ever… / I Could / Dream…. It Would / Be Of / You…
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This guy looks happy to me :) Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument, Utah
A Bench – A Post Box – A Public Phone except – - A Pub Nikon D300 – 13.01.2009 Featured in – JPG Cast-Offs – January 2009 Featured in – LETTERBOXES – February 2009
Yesterday I reported the swarming of thousands of these beautiful creatures in the Mount Burr Forest in the South East of the State. This lot were clustered around the nut on a bolt holding the side plate onto a powerpole. Interestingly I went back today and nearly all of the tens of thousands had disappeared back to wherever they came from. What a magical twenty four hours this was. Thanks to Biggzie (see his site for some great images) I can now tell you that they are the: Common Spotted Ladybird / Harmonia conformis Canon 400D 18 – 55 lens with speedlight.
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