Everything in this image stopped.
Still Life, Turtle Mountain
Including the image. Yet, take a look at the walnut shell. Every time I look at it, I see it stop just now. Then I see the mullein stalk (the one that looks like a spent cob of corn) stop. Then I see the tree roots stop. Then the rocks. Every time. So, a question: is “stopping” a continually renewable power of the universe, or a consequence of photography?
Or a human signature? The Art of Stopping. How compelling!
Categories: Nature Photography, Spirit
Okanagan Okanogan 
I know what you mean Harold. When I go out on the land and sit and become a rock or a tree stump; so still and quiet that the world forgets I’m there, I enter into timelessness. When I lose my time consciousness I’m stopped and I’m present in that moment in time. It is an art and a lifestyle that’s in decline like so many other beautiful, ancient practices.
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Hi, Kurt,
my theory is that it’s books that get in the way. Or, better: book consciousness.
This time-effect is one of the costs of literacy.
I take hope from new media. Although it drives time consciousness, it has the potential to be led in a different direction. That’s where the hope lies.
Over the next year, I’ll be working on this at the Vertigo Gallery.
Expect to see some posts as time opens.
best,
Harold
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