"A penny for your thoughts"; Londres, IX-2012

 

A penny for your thoughts...¿Que piensas?

 Estaba en Londres y quería tomar una panorámica que incluyera la catedral de San Pablo. 

Había una marcha de despedida de los Juegos Paralímpicos de Londres 2012 y a ambos lados de la acera una multitud que me lo impedía.

 Súbitamente apareció en mi camino esta estupenda vidriera que conjugaba varios aspectos de la vida diaria y reflejaba magníficamente a la catedral de San Pablo, sólo que estaba ella, atravesada en mi camino como un  nuevo obstáculo para mi objetivo.

Todo lo ví claro, ella era mi foto, por su enigmática mirada que cerraba admirablemente la escena.

Simplemente sin pedirle permiso la fotografié.

Aún sigue desafiando mi imaginación.

¿Está de acuerdo? ¿Molesta? ¿Quiere explicarme que mi punto de vista como fotógrafo es ingenuo y que sólo me aproximo muy tangencialmente a su realidad ?

Sólo ella lo sabe.

Meditaciones de un Tiempo Perdido 

Serie Ventanas y Vidrieras

Londres IX-2012

Mary, Mary...; The Gap , Londres, IX-2012

Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?
Mary, Mary, can I go too.
This one thing I will vow ya,
I'd rather die than to live without ya.
Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?

Mary, Mary, tell me truly
What did I do to make you leave me.
Whatever it was I didn't mean to,
You know I never would try and hurt ya.
Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?

What more, Mary, can I do
To prove my love is truly yours?
I've done more now than a clear-thinkin' man would do.

Mary, Mary, it's not over.
Where you go, I will follow.
'Til I win your love again
And walk beside you,
But until then.
Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?

Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?
Mary, where you goin' to?
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?

Letra y Musica: Michael Nesmith
The Gap, Londres, IX-2012

Tienda de Bicicletas; Serie Vidriera y Reflejos, Londres IX 2012

 

Una vidriera y sus reflejos es un mundo de triple experiencia,
lo que esta "dentro" de ella, lo que se refleja
y la visión de las dos instancias que se conjugan en la mente del fotógrafo.

En este caso la foto crea otra especie de ventana que nos separa de esas dos realidades
y de "mi lado" hay otro universo completo lleno de fantasías e imaginación.

RBD
Serie Reflexiones en una vidriera

Londres, IX-2012

More London States, Londres IX-2012

Oh! I am the dreamer.

 

Reflexiones en la cola de la Cota Mil
RBD

Caracas, X-2012

Bourton-on-the-water, la Venecia de los Cotswolds

Un Edén en la Tierra

El tiempo se detiene mientras la corriente del Windrush fluye a través del centro del pueblo

jóvenes y viejos comparten mansamente los bancos dispuestos en sus riberas  

niños y perros juegan con los patos que nadan traviesos en su corriente...

RBD

Memorias de un Tiempo Perdido

Bourton-on-the-Water, 

The Cotswodls, UK

IX 2012 

El paisaje de los Cotswolds, ortogonal, disciplinado y espiritual.

 

Memorias de un tiempo perdido

El paisaje de los Cotswolds, UK:ortogonal, disciplinado y espiritual.

 

Memorias de un Tiempo Perdido

El paisaje inglés de los Cotswolds: ortogonal, disciplinado y espiritual

 

Memorias de un Tiempo Perdido

Londres: adoquines, sombras y claro-oscuros.

 

 Los vi desaparecer bajo el marco de ladrillos y adoquines en una tarde gris otoñal..

 
Memorias de un Tiempo Perdido, 

Londres IX 2012

Abedules, entrada de la Tate Modern Gallery, Londres, IX-2012

Yo fui también, antaño, un columpiador de árboles;
muy a menudo sueño en que volveré a serlo,
cuando me hallo cansado de mis meditaciones,
y la vida parece un bosque sin caminos
donde, al vagar por él, sentirnos en la cara
ardiente el cosquilleo de rotas telarañas,
y un ojo lagrimea a causa de una brizna,
y quisiera alejarme de la tierra algún tiempo,
para luego volver y empezar otra vez.
Que jamás el destino, comprendiéndome mal,
me otorgue la mitad de lo que anhelo
y me niegue el regreso. Nada hay, para el amor,
como la tierra; ignoro si existe mejor sitio.
Quisiera encaramarme a un abedul, trepar,
por las ramas oscuras del blanquecino tronco
y subir hacia el cielo, hasta que el abedul,
doblándose vencido, me volviese a la tierra.
Subir y regresar sería muy hermoso.
Pues hay cosas peores en la vida que ser
un columpiador de árboles.

Fragmento del Poema Abedules de Robert Frost

La casa de piedra; Bibury, Los Cotswolds. IX- 2012

 

Memorias de un Tiempo Perdido

RBD
X 2012

El dios de los Cotswolds. Carretera hacia Stow on the Wolds (Wick Hill Hotel. IX , 2012)

Oh! dios de los Cotswolds que moras en sus bosques y praderas
replandeces en contraluces y amplias gamas de matices y colores
que resuenas en mis memorias de poetas y pintores, permite te capte a plenitud.
Que deseche toda tentación de buscarte en vano en iglesias y religiones estériles
y sobre todo, que me invites a presenciarte en otras venideras estaciones.

RBD

Meditaciones Perdidas en el Tiempo
X, 2012

Las horas. Cementerio de Bourton-on-the-water; The Cotswolds IX 2012

 

Amo las horas oscuras de mi ser
en las que se ahondan mis sentidos;
en ellas, como en viejas cartas,
hallo mi vida cotidiana ya vivida
y lejana y olvidada como una leyenda.

Gracias a ellas sé que tengo espacio
para vivir otra ancha vida intemporal.
Y a veces soy como el árbol
que sobre una tumba, maduro y rumoroso,
cumple aquel sueño que el niño que se fue
(al que abraza con sus raíces tibias)
perdió en tristezas y canciones.

Fragmento del Libro de las horas

de Rainer María Rielke

"Casual conversation". Jardin Botanico, Cambridge, IX, 2012

Conversaciones casuales en un jardín especial.

¿Cómo le será permitido al poeta equivocarse, cuando su naturaleza y su destino han sido colocados en el sitio más destacado del mundo?

Thomas Mann

Cambridge, Tiempo de Ocio

Tiempo de ocio, de caminar y salir espontáneamente a respirar el aire otoñal
Paz y serenidad

Notas, Cambridge, IX, 2012

Cambridge, Jardín Botánico. Notas sobre la soledad.

On the Day of my death

This post is a bit off the beaten path but there is a point. If you don’t want to go on reading, here is the executive summary. Photography is fun, it’s also very, very important. So do a good job. Watch the video above to get the six-minute version of why photography matters.

For those of you reading on, this may seem off-putting or morbid or even depressing. That is NOT my intention. In fact as I write this, I am in a great and happy mood. I am trying to make a point that has become very important to me as I get closer to the end of my life. My hope is that I can pass this on to those who are further away from that day than I – and that you will make the most of it.

I am much older than the average Photofocus reader. I’ve lived a generally charmed life. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had plenty of challenges, and made plenty of mistakes. I’ve had to overcome them all. But I’ve also had tremendous joy and success. The mistakes I made in my life are past. The bad things that happened to me are also past. I learned long ago that I can’t change the past and what matters most is what I do next. That’s where I’ve found success. It’s always in that NEXT moment. It’s one of the advantages of aging (yes there are a few!) I have the wisdom to apply the knowledge I’ve gained throughout my lifetime. In my case, my wisdom is to recognize that the successes I’ve had are all tied one way or another to photography. I’ve learned the importance of helping others by using a camera. I wish I had learned this earlier. I hope you learn it sooner than I did, and that this post gets you headed in that direction.

Almost everything good that has happened to me has happened to me because of (or surrounding) my love of making photographs. Telling people’s stories, capturing special moments, sharing, and protecting them – it’s all been amazing.

But we all owe a debt. Tomorrow is promised to no one. My time will come soon enough. Actually, I have no way to know when I will die, but I suspect it is going to be sooner rather than later. So I’ve been thinking about it. And it’s been quite freeing. Especially since I’ve come to realize, it will be no big deal.

On the day of my death – nothing will really change. The daily newspaper will be delivered, the dry cleaning will still need to be picked up. If it’s a Friday, the detailer will still come out of habit and detail whatever car I have sitting in the driveway – (He’ll be surprised when he rings the doorbell and I’m not there to pay him!) People will argue online about Mac v. Windows, Android v. iPhone. Folks will do their grocery shopping, go to the movies, read a book, drink a coffee and water their lawns. The dog will get his walk and the pool man will come rake the leaves out of the pool. The sun will rise and set as always. Virtually nobody and I mean nobody will notice my passing. Life will go on – except for me – and that’s the way it should be. That is the order of things. I used to wonder about it but now I see it’s beauty and simplicity. The fact that we know we will die incites us to do great things while we are alive.

We each have (on average) 2.5 billion seconds to do what we’re here to do. I have used as many of those seconds as I can making photographs. I have no children. I have no grandchildren. On the day of my death, those photographs will be all that’s really left of me. They are my progeny. Perhaps that’s why I’ve been so intertwined with photography. It’s a way for me to leave some small sliver of myself behind for others. It’s proof of my very existence.

It might be easy to confuse the difference between an insignificant life and an insignificant death. I don’t think my life or any life is insignificant. So please read carefully. I am saying my death will be insignificant. Not my life. The reason for this discussion is simple. I am trying to share the importance of making meaningful images. They will live on past all of us. Whether you have children or not, the images you make today may outlive you AND your children.

My photography is my only chance I have to exercise control over my fate. My photographs are all that will be left of me when I go. I think about this every day. Not in a morbid way. But in a hopeful one. I don’t fear death. I actually embrace the concept. I realize that the tall old trees in the forest need to fall so that light can filter down to the smaller, younger trees. It’s an important part of life’s cycle. Because like all humans, I am self-aware. I think about the chance I have to matter even after I pass.

While the day of my death will be routine – it is my hope that for those who go on past me, their routine may be occasionally – if only for a second – impacted by a memory of one of my photographs, or my books, or my posters, or my training videos or my talks at a photo convention, etc.

What causes me to think about this so often is the fact that many of my subjects are not self-aware. The eagles, bears, mountain lions and wolves I’ve photographed don’t have the curse or the blessing (depending on how you look at it) of knowing they are mortal. They just do what they are supposed to do every day. For them, there is only the now. There is no tomorrow. I wonder what our lives would be like if we could live that way too?

When you make your next photograph, think about how important it just might be. It might be the last photo made of that subject – or YOUR last photo – period. Make sure it’s a good one. That way – whether anybody notices you’re gone or not – they will notice that you were here.

I hope you see just how important this business of memory protection really is and that you will get as much from photography as I have. We will meet at the end of the road one day. I suspect we’ll still be able to see each other’s “portfolio” in that next place. I’m looking forward to seeing what each of you accomplishes on your journey to the end of the road and I hope you make it a meaningful trip.


Scott Bourne
Photographer
IX, 2012

P.D. Suscribo estas palabras
RBD

Cambridge, Jardín Botánico. Notas sobre la soledad

La sensación de paz que me trasmitió Cambridge fue extraña y a la vez seductora.
Soledad que en esta toma del jardín Botánico me hizo sentir como 
si estuviera en un sueño localizado en un más alla del griego clásico.
Correcto, lineal, equilibrado y poco sensual, casi Zen..


Ricardo Báez Duarte,
Notas sobre la Soledad , Cambridge UK, IX. 2012

No importa ( Serie Reflexiones)

 

No importa cuanto tiempo le dediquen a la reflexión

No está en su naturaleza  lograrlo
 

Ricardo Baez Duarte

Día a Día. Cambridge, Sept. 2012

Puedes acariciar a la gente con palabras.

Scott Fitzgerald

At the Bus Stop

“I write one page of masterpiece to ninety-one pages of crap”
Hemingway confided to F. Scott Fitzgerald in 1934. “I try to put the crap in the wastebasket.”