“I have come to understand that the act of recording, be it the written word, image, sound or video is an important and valuable thing in itself. I have gigabytes of still pictures and I don’t regret shooting a single one. I only regret the pictures I didn’t take and the journal entries I was too busy to write. The funny thing about my mind is that I’m really pretty smart when it comes to understanding things, but my memory isn’t worth a damn. If I don’t shoot a picture, jot down a journal entry or something, I lose it…”
This is a collection of my recent creative work in writing, photography and graphic art. I hope you enjoy it.
Topics: Singular Vision, Remembering and Recording, Dying, Mt. Carmel, Doug’s Spurs, Inner Fires, I want to go moose hunting with Sarah Palin, Heaven Bends Close, Thinking about the Beats, Art, Graphics, Photography, Poetry
It was a great weather day in Kentucky so we got the Luscombe L8E out of the hangar and took to the skies. Flying a small plane like this “low and slow” is a completely different experience than riding in a jet airliner. You feel every little gust of air and the whole sky is just right there at your fingertips.
We took off from KLOU Bowman Field in Louisville. "Clear"
Chasing a barge boat down the Ohio. I think it’s getting away…
The green hills of Kentucky
This is the beginning of our approach into Dwayne’s farm. Can you pick out the runway?
Dwayne restores airplanes. Behind this Cessna 175 are two Aeronica Champs and the carcass of a Cessna 120. Dwayne is a UPS aircraft mechanic and it took him three years to get the Cessna 175 from a bare metal bucket of bolts to the beauty you see now.
Time to go.
We decided to try to find Taylorsville Lake just by dead reckoning. Although we had a Garmin, we thought it would be more fun to hunt for it. We found it and went in low just to bug the fishermen.
The sun was going down and the Luscombe doesn’t have instrument lights, so it was time to head for home.
Landing at KLOU. Great, fun day.
Most of us, no matter what we say, are walking in the dark, whistling in the dark. Nobody knows what is going to happen to him from one moment to the next, or how one will bear it. This is irreducible. And it’s true of everybody. Now, it is true that the nature of society is to create, among its citizens, an illusion of safety; but it is also absolutely true that the safety is always necessarily an illusion. Artists are here to disturb the peace.”
~~ James Baldwin
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