Some time ago the amazing and talented Terry S Amstutz, aka mobius faith imaging took a storm
photograph of mine and blew life back into the scene, creating within the reality of the
abstract shapes a fluidity of time, motion and the danger that was Hurricane Sandy.
Terry's photos and subsequent abstractions of the faded glories of Akron Ohio's industrial
and manufacturing past have evolved, in his words, "far beyond the reality represented in
the original image."
Through the peeling and constantly evolving layers of decay and destruction we see,
or don't see, acknowledging it as we do in a passing nod to the frictions of the past
and progress, a fascinating kaleidoscope of realities. Like time itself. Always on the move.
Thank you Terry for your wonderful creative vision which, for me at least,
renders the abstract into a reality of surprise and awe! Or, should that be the other
way around . . . .?
Go take a look!
As many photographs as it is possible to take with a digital camera, I am always more than a little
flummoxed at times as to how many to show in a post. Sometimes the narrative sets the tone with a
series of photos telling something of a story. Or so it is hoped.
And just when I think I have a narrative in development - this was going to be all about the fabulous
"HAIR" out there on the streets, I stumbled upon this recent shot which could have qualified as a hair
shot, maybe, but then I thought these dudes are far more than the sum of their hair. (Aren't we all?)
But here's the thing about this shot. I don't have a vivid memory of taking it . . . it sits quietly
between two bursts of street performances, those squeaky doors which get all the attention and which
most likely will stay in the dark of the hard drive.
I could go on and on about taking the hand that reaches out, that we are all a part of the collective
force of nature that is family and friends . . . but I won't!
We can Carpe Diem all we want but sometimes it is a moment which seizes us, only to disappear in the
fine star-dust of distant memory.
In which case, how many photos are too many photos?
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