st augustine photos

The following are a few recent images of Augustine adjusted in a variety of Software programs….Let me know if you enjoy any particularly.P1170789 - Version 3

The Anastasia Island Side of the Bridge of Lions in St. Augustine, Fl

the ghost of augustine

 

A shadow emerged from this image when I brought it in to Impressions.  It reminded me of a ghost emanating from the lamp post……

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The Galleon A Spanish Ship that sails between a port in Spain and the port in St Augustine, Fl when it visits The Americas

 

the bridge

 

The View from the left side of the bridge looking into the Ancient City
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A Glorious Old Home in Augustine…It looks so stately to me in its semi-shamble condition…It is Wabi-Sabi….The Japanese Art of appreciating the natural aspects of decay and imperfection.

urban

 

I walked passed an autumn shrub in St Augustine and decided to place this image on a back ground of brick as if it were a piece of 19th century graffiti.

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What The Dickens…..

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Spending an afternoon strolling around the flora and fauna of St Augustine compels one to want to create.  This town feels so organically grown, so free of stereotypes and so open to allowing in the well-to-do vacationers to spend money to their hearts content.

The art community is so plentiful that I dare say it is over-populated with well meaning folks like myself who consider themselves an artist whether or not any one else considers them so.

If art for meditation is what you are looking for–look no further, St. Augustine offers a plan for the sincere to the talented.  Walking with my camera in this town let’s me challenge my concept of beauty at every nook and cranny and corner or circle that I come to.

These are the best of artist and the worst of artists, misquoting Mr. Dickens.  And while we are on the topic of Dickens an image from a Tale of Two Cities comes to mind.  All that glitters is not gold.

For some, the struggle of homelessness is as real here among the tranquil serenity as it is in the sub-ways of grand cities.  Poor is poor; and, as more of us are becoming poorer and poorer, there is an upper-crust of society that is as rich as any previous Guilded Age.

Our delightful, little, oldest city on the continent is no exception.

decay charcoal and color

My fickled brain loves Augustine again, not despite its decay, but because of its decay…impermanence is much easier to swallow in the warm than in the cold.

light in the forest

light in the forest

 

When I Am Among the Trees

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness,
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”

~ Mary Oliver ~

Wabi-Sabi: the artful dodger

There is a Japanese Art called:  Wabi-Sabi

     “According to Japanese legend, a young man named Sen no Rikyu sought to learn the elaborate set of customs known as the Way of Tea. He went to tea-master Takeeno Joo, who tested the younger man by asking him to tend the garden. Rikyu cleaned up debris and raked the ground until it was perfect, then scrutinized the immaculate garden. Before presenting his work to the master, he shook a cherry tree, causing a few flowers to spill randomly onto the ground.

To this day, the Japanese revere Rikyu as one who understood to his very core a deep cultural thread known as wabi-sabi. Emerging in the 15th century as a reaction to the prevailing aesthetic of lavishness, ornamentation, and rich materials, wabi-sabi is the art of finding beauty in imperfection and profundity in earthiness, of revering authenticity above all. In Japan, the concept is now so deeply ingrained that it’s difficult to explain to Westerners; no direct translation exists.”*

imperfect dulling piano

I immediately loved the concept.  I thrive on imperfection.  In fact it is the domain name for this web-blog.  Imperfestionism means that I am more in touch with the process than I am with the out-come.  I love the freedom that being imperfect gives to my otherwise very clever and competitive ego.  At this point all that I know of Wabi-Sabi is that I like the little that I know about it.   I like to believe that I can take that phrase from another culture and create out of it what I want it to mean to me.

I want wabi-sabi to mean to me that i can learn to approach everything that I want both spiritually and materially from the perspective of desire. I want to be able to decide for myself what is in my best interest and what I want to do.  I want to let people, places and things (the nouns)  impact upon me; and I want to be able to generate a feeling of either I like that, or I do not like that in response to all the universe can throw at me in life.

Photography, philosophy and psychoanalysis have been among my deepest passions and i am proud to report to you that I do all of them imperfectly well.  Experimentation in the creative arts is enhanced by a lack of concern for what other have to say to us.  As the brush teaches you how to create a stroke, or how an instrument teaches you how to make a sound, or how a patient teaches you what he needs in order to effectively sing better; your soul learns to listen to your body that has often been drowned out by the sound of the perpetually boastful, arrogant and dysfunctional ego.

Imperfection and impermanence carry the same connotation as selfishness.  They all seem to be some kind of back-bone to American values.  Olympians must be strong, with stand pain, be dangerous and fearless and must win.  These qualities are not qualities that lead to the simple life–the life that is guided by joyful moods and happy events.

Wabi-Sabi is not a thing or a state that everyone will want.  Some people will choose competition and fame as the road to their happiness.  Others, the art folks who follow The Artist’s way, would not be able to thrive in a competitive environment.  For those souls, they must find a way to detach from the desire for perfection to be accepted, and attach to the desire to be accepted by your deeper self.

Meditation is a great example of wabi-sabi.  Who does it perfectly?  Meditation is beautiful in its imperfection.  That is one of the reason why people who do it return to it.  It works to re-align the body and the soul.  It search for the realignment  between are heart-felt desires and our ability to let ourselves want what we want.

I am glad that I found the word.  Wabi-Sabi is a new thing that I want to allow myself to have.

Below is a manifestation of selfish imperfection.  It is selfish because my interest is about this piece pleasing me. I wanted it to provide me with meditative moments, especially while in the process of creating it. Secondly  its impermanence is inherent.  Paper and card board to not exist forever.  The shelf-life of paper is relatively impermanent in geologic time.

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excerpt from a ransom blog