Wherever You Are is Called Here

In these woods ~ ©2012 William Mazdra ~with kind permission. All Rights Reserved.

Lost
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

~David Wagoner

~An old Native American elder story rendered into modern English

About the Photographer

William Mazdra

Before there was photography for me, there were words. I was once, and best described by a friend as "a man who loves words". and I do.. and because of that I believe my photography is at its core... emotional. If you feel something when you view a photograph of mine, I have great joy in that.

My work has allowed me to travel to some of the most beautiful places in the world, and for that, I am also very thankful.

~Words directly quoted from William Mazdra’s bio on G+

It Happens to those that Live Alone

©2012 Louise Fryer –Lillesden, Hawkhurst England

It happens to those
who live alone
That they feel sure
of visitors
when no-one else
is there.

©2012 Louise Fryer –Lillesden, Hawkhurst England

Until  the one day
And one particular
hour
Working in the
quiet garden

~

when the
green bud
at the center
of their slowly
opening silence
flowers
in belonging

©2012 Louise Fryer –Lillesden, Hawkhurst England

and they realize
at once,
that all along
they have been
an invitation
to everything
and every kind of trouble

~and that life
happens by
to those who
inhabit
silence
~

Like the bees
Visiting
The tall mallow
On their legs of gold,
Or the wasps
Going from door to door
In the tall forest
Of the daisies

©2012 Louise Fryer –Lillesden, Hawkhurst England

 

I have my freedom
Today
Because
Nothing really happened

~

And nobody came
To see me.
Only the slow
Growing of the garden
In the summer heat
And the silence of that
Unborn life
Making itself
Known at my desk

©2012 Louise Fryer –Lillesden, Hawkhurst England

My hands
Still
Dark with the
Crumbling soil
As I write
And watch

©2012 Louise Fryer –Lillesden, Hawkhurst England

The first lines
Of a new poem
Like  flowers
Of scarlet fire,
Coming to fullness in a new light.
~David Whyte

Note: My Gracious Thanks to Louise Fryer for these Extraordinary Images
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Minotaur from Daniel Sousa (film)

1998, 8 minutes, 16mm
Sound Design by Dan Golden
Cello played by Judy Rubin

A loose interpretation of the Minoan myth, as seen through the monster's point of view. Abandoned in a labyrinthine island, the childlike minotaur has as his only companion a playful red ball and a multitude of mirrors. When he sees his own image he imagines himself dancing in perfect synchronicity with a mysterious other. But new characters are brought to the island, and they don't behave like his choreographed twins. Confused and frustrated, the creature has to learn to adapt to a world of uncertainty. But when he can't, the monster's true nature is revealed.

Technique: Most of the character animation was originally hand-drawn on a light table, cut out and mounted on rigid cardboard. This was done so that each replacement could stand up vertically within a three-dimensional set. The set was then lit with fiber-optic lights and shot in stop-motion, using a 16mm Bolex camera. Some of the animation was done as hinged cut-out puppets on glass, using a multi-plane rig.





Festivals and Awards


Anima Mundi International Animation Festival, Brazil
Melbourne International Film Festival, Australia
New England Film Festival, MA • Honorable Mention
Atlanta Film and Video Festival, GA • Honorable Mention
Humboldt International Film Festival, CA • Best Animation
Big Muddy Film Festival, IL

Eliott

Eliott from Aymeric Ayral on Vimeo.

The Last Supper

Portrait ©2012 Istvan Kerekes with kind permission

Here they are gathered, wondering and deranged,
Round Him, who wisely doth Himself inclose,
And who now takes Himself away, estranged,
From those who owned Him once, and past them
flows.

He feels the ancient loneliness to-day
That taught Him all His deepest acts of love;
Now in the olive groves He soon will rove,
And these who love Him all will flee away.
To the last supper table He hath led.

As birds are frightened from a garden-bed
By shots, so He their hands forth from the bread
Doth frighten by His word: to Him they flee;
Then flutter round the table in their fright
And seek a passage from the hall. But He
Is everywhere, like dusk at fall of night.

                     ~Rainer Maria Rilke

About the Photographer

Istvan Kerekes

I have been a photographer since 2007. My favourite subject is The Man. I would like to show the souls behind the faces. Everyone has feelings, everybody loves and breathes. My subjects are usually ordinary people. My main aim is to show their personalities through my images. One of William Albert Allard’s thoughts on photos and photography is just like mine, I truly believe in it: “The good portrait is about the eye, the look, since the human soul is reflected in it the most purely.”When taking photos it is my heart that leads me. After I have tuned to the subject I act instinctively.

~Istvan Kerekes

Istvan’s website: http://www.kerekesistvan.hu/

*Copyrighted images are posted with kind permission of the photographer.

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Has Anyone Seen the Boy?

Best Friends ©2012 Istvan Kerekes

Have you seen the boy?
"I had been looking for him for years...  I
remember him, full of love, generous heart, a
fiery passion." 
Some boys have a story to tell:
They get lost to us....

Has anyone seen the boy
who used to come here?
Round-faced trouble-maker,
quick to find a joke,
slow to be serious, red shirt,
perfect coordination, sly,
strong muscled,
with things always in his pocket:
reed flute, worn pick,
polished and ready for his Talent--
you know that one.
Have you heard stories about him?
Pharaoh and the whole Egyptian world
collapsed for such a Joseph.
I'd gladly spend years getting word
of him, even third or fourth hand.

There is a wonderful, magical energy in a
boy.  And the tragedy is that it can be so
easily lost.  It is a peculiar wildness of
heart. 
Have you ever met that wild heart?
He is so longed for and dearly missed.  Oh,
how we miss our boys.

~(Blue portion is from Rumi’s (Red Shirt))

Preface and Closing in gold taken from Here

Story of Red Shirt may be found here .

linked to Postcards from Paradise at Rebecca’s for Memorial Day

About the Photographer 

Istvan Kerekes

I have been a photographer since 2007. My favourite subject is The Man. I would like to show the souls behind the faces. Everyone has feelings, everybody loves and breathes. My subjects are usually ordinary people. My main aim is to show their personalities through my images. One of William Albert Allard’s thoughts on photos and photography is just like mine, I truly believe in it: “The good portrait is about the eye, the look, since the human soul is reflected in it the most purely.”When taking photos it is my heart that leads me. After I have tuned to the subject I act instinctively.
~Istvan Kerekes
Istvan’s website: http://www.kerekesistvan.hu/
Best Friends can be found on 1x.com
*Copyrighted images are posted with kind permission of the photographer.

Crow Moon (Video)

A flock of roosting crows, black as night themselves, are threatened by the advancing shadows at dusk. They need light for protection so with the help of the Raven Chief they take a piece of the sun and use it to save themselves from the darkness.

I made this short film in 2006 with BBC Scotland and National Lottery funding. The film took 8 months to create and was all hand drawn and painted onto cell and then filmed using a multi-plane and paint on glass. It has been screened at over 25 festivals worldwide so far and is still being requested now.

Crow Haiku

They end their flight

 one by one--

crows at dusk

~Buson


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