Light filtered in Black

I like this one because it is simple, there is no show on, just light. This one was kinda Pink Floyd inspired. The rock band Pink Floyd used a lot of play of light in their album cover art. Actually my whole garden is PF inspired. Look at the album Momentary lapse of Reason, how the light absorbs into the beds. I want light to play in my garden and keep it simple. 

And it shall be done by thy.

Light Travel ...

In modern physics, light or electromagnetic radiation may be viewed in one of two complementary ways: as a wave in an abstract electromagnetic field, or as a stream of massless particles called photons. Although either is an acceptable description of light, for purposes in astronomy and light travel, the particles fits my theory.

All you have to do is watch the movie K-PAX and that will help explain it better since you don't want or have the time to here me wrangle on for hours talking about harnessing the energy of light and light speeds in multiples of C. 

See here, what I'm trying to say is we as Humans already have the ability to travel at the speed of light and my boxes are the method of which to do that in the form of filters. And to further my theory Don't most of us stand around and talk to our selves and smile and frown for no other reason then we have a piece of plastic held against the sides of our heads. 

It's all about the particles Dudes.  

 

Old Time TV

This one was originally called~ Nothing On~ but then I changed the name to fit the mood. 

This is the moment when the boxes first took on a personality of there own. I found my self thinking the boxes were speaking to me through the light. The soft evening light low on the horizon was moving slow in my mind but fast in space. Every thing in the space around me was in the same dimension with my brain. Dude! every thing was clicking. I wasn't on any sort of stimulants or caffeine level. The thing was, every thing was just "One" for a moment in time.

In reality the light was telling me what to do in that moment. 

I have come to a realisation, I need to spend more time with light and art. 

And it shall be done.   

Properties Of Light

This is the long awaited series of digital pictures based on an accidental discovery of light though filters made of a simple six mil plastic on a cold frame box.

One evening while getting ready for that nights freeze I had dropped off the cold frame boxes for my garden in my yard. It was in that moment that I had discovered that the light shining through the boxes plastic was an epiphany of sorts. 

For the rest of this month I will be displaying a different picture each day from the series shot that evening in thirty minutes of evening light from my Dads old backup 2.0 mega pixel camera.

This first picture is simply the moment of discovery of the light.

I call this one: Light in Green

 

 

The Whirling Shawnish

This is the best description of me that has ever been drawn. My niece Avery, age 4, shall end up being a comic book illustrator. This Drawing best depicts me flying out of control in my wheelchair. Note my arms flailing out as my wheels are spinning out of control. But the best part of the drawing is that very large smile, which is what I do when I fall out of my chair. The end result of acting silly in my chair is I usually end up on the ground laughing hysterically. So in truth this picture by Avery's of me is right-on.

Happy Easter Everyone,

God Bless Your Day.

Look at this Monster.

My Dad still has the fishing "Kovorka". While he was down Snow birding in Texas acting like nothing was happening but playing golf, he came back with some awesome stories.

Dad tells the great story like this. One evening while doing the usual fishing routine down on the old Colorado river that empties into the Gulf coast or Matagorda Bay. It was going a little slow that evening just sitting talking and enjoying the sunset with other LCRA Rv Park fishers. When suddenly while talking his pole went flying towards the water and he had to get up and grab to set the hook. It looked like it was going to be a struggle because Dad only had ten pound test line and the sun was going down. Back and forth up the shore he fought the mighty beast. Every body was giving different guesses as to what it was fighting the master. This old dude was starting to draw a crowd following him up and down the shore. With his little pole in the bent position pointing out into the dark unsettling waters of the River Dad was struggling. With the dawn of the day closing in the great beast was finally within netting range. In a flurry of crowd excitement a volunteer with great bravery ran into the water to net the "IT", even at the risk of not knowing what lurked at the end of the line. No body had a clue what this thing was; could it be a Shark, or Sting Ray, or... Alligator Gar. Dad's old fishing friend next to him whispered him "I know what it is, a...". As the excitement built the young volunteer netted the beast out in the ol' muddy Colorado river. What ever it was it took up the whole net. A Black Drum weighing in at 35.5 pounds and length of 4o inches long, the old fishing buddy had guest it right. "Wow!" I said "how long did it take to real it in". "One and a half hours" Dad said. 

The luck of the Irish, caught on Saint Patties Day. Dad told me he prayed that evening saying if he catches a big one Lord, I let it go. So Dad took a picture and let the beast go to be enjoyed another Glories Day.  

There was a strange noise out by the stock tank

early this morning. It sounded to me like a gurgling 

somebody voice. Zeke is sniffing around.

Something not right.

I awoke to find this mysterious Crate by my

front porch. I don't know what's in it?  

Something is odd about it, there is no note

or return address. Should I open it, who sent

this to me. Who put these plants here, 

Something strange is going on.