through my eyes: a cut (post 4)

a cut photographyIt’s not uncommon for household chores to lead to minor abrasions, cuts, burns, and various other injuries. It just so happened that, as I was starting to photograph for this series, I cut my wrist pretty well doing those wonderful household chores. So I decided to do a little documentation – the changes, time to time, of the body…the physical healing the human body is capable of. It’s an amazing attribute of this mortal flesh.

This post is a continuation of the through my eyes photography series. The first post, including an introductory essay, can be found here. The other posts in the series can be found here. I hope you enjoy them!

a cut

“I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that’s real

what have I become
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end.”
~ excerpt from Hurt, Trent Reznor (you can see the video for Hurt here, performed by the writer, and it’s worth the watch/listen)

The incomparable Johnny Cash covered Reznor’s song…and it is magnificent.

through my eyes: unmitigated (post 3)

photography“Being a father has been, without a doubt, my greatest source of achievement, pride and inspiration. Fatherhood has taught me about unconditional love, reinforced the importance of giving back and taught me how to be a better person.” ~Naveen Jain

I take my eldest son to the Egg Bowl (American football, Ole Miss Rebels vs Mississippi State Bulldogs) every year. It’s his birthday present – the trip to Oxford, a day with dad, souvenirs, Square Books, and tickets to the game. Both teams were massively successful and popular this past year (2014), so I was unable to get tickets before the game. I bought my son a ticket from a scalper, and I watched the game on a television in the Grove. Although we missed sitting together to watch our team (Ole Miss) in a wonderful victory, we still had a lovely day together. I wouldn’t trade these Egg Bowl trips for anything in the world.

This post is a continuation of the through my eyes photography series. The first post, including an introductory essay, can be found here. The other posts in the series can be found here. I hope you enjoy them!

unmitigated

“Until you have a son of your own… you will never know the joy, the love beyond feeling that resonates in the heart of a father as he looks upon his son.” ~Kent Nerburn

through my eyes: the dark porch (post 2)

through my eyes photography“A person born to be a flower pot will not go beyond the porch.” ~Mexican proverb

This post is a continuation of the through my eyes photography series. The first post, including an introductory essay, can be found here.







the dark porch

“No front porches. My uncle says there used to be front porches. And people sat there sometimes at night, talking when they wanted to talk, rocking, and not talking when they didn’t want to talk. Sometimes they just sat there and thought about things, turned things over. My uncle says the architects got rid of the front porches because they didn’t look well. But my uncle says that was merely rationalizing it; the real reason, hidden underneath, might be they didn’t want people sitting like that, doing nothing, rocking, talking; that was the wrong KIND of social life. People talked too much. And they had time to think. So they ran off with the porches.” ~Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

through my eyes: the age of a house (post 1)

IMG_5263_blogPerhaps it’s a bit cliche, and it’s been said many times before, in various ways, by men and women far superior to me in countless ways, but I will consider it today nonetheless — the only absolute in life, the only consistency, is that nothing is ever the same. Everything is in constant flux, changing continually — this is the only stability in life. And it sucks (that’s simply my opinion, perhaps you think differently).

Your spouse/significant other — you never wake up to the same person. Yesterday was change, and sleep was change, and your yesterday changed you, which also changed them. It seems we almost live with strangers, considering the changes we each undergo over the course of every single day. We age, born inevitably to die, and this also takes its toll daily. Yes, many things are seemingly consistent, but the degree of change adds up…day after day after day…

Your children — we see it most easily when they are young, but they are also changing every day. They grow; they learn; they forget; they age; they experience; they hurt; they laugh. As much as we struggle with the reality, one of the best examples of the constant changes life brings can be seen through observing the lives of our children.

Your porch — even something as mundane as a porch experiences change daily. The easy things to see: dust, weather, aging, insects. You never enjoy your coffee in the exact same place and way as yesterday…it’s always changing.

Your brain — the composition of our brains changes constantly, impacted by even simple things: alcohol, nicotine, caffeine, protein, sugar, memory, oxygenation. The changes cannot help but change the function of the brain, which moderates everything from emotions to beliefs to bodily functions. Think about that too long (which also changes the brain), and it can make a person crazy.

Your body — we learn even in grade school that the cells in our body are constantly dying and being replaced by new ones. We all literally wake up physically different every single morning. And this doesn’t even take into account the other changes we experience, from aging to weight to hair loss and wrinkles.

The nature of reality — I wonder about this, actually. With even the tiny sample of constant change seen above, we can surmise that the way we experience and perceive reality shifts from moment to moment. Does this also mean that reality itself changes? And does that even matter? Or is it enough to know that what we experience daily is in a constant state of flux?

I have enjoyed photography for many years, and I have decided to use this love in a specific way. I am embarking on a project, a photography project (even though I am neither a good nor inspired photographer) — I will capture images that will never been seen again. Forever frozen in a moment, posted on my blog, and able to be seen by eyes other than mine.

The project begins today — “through my eyes”

A post will, I hope, come at least once a week.

Think.

the age of a house

“A house is a machine for living in.” ~Le Corbusier