Tuesday before Thanksgiving

Tangle in the Ravine, 2015, Archival Digital Print

Tangle in the Ravine, 2015, Archival Digital Print

Things seems more insane than usual as the holiday season begins in earnest. There’s upset about a Starbucks cup, and whether or not Muslims in Jersey celebrated during 9/11, who said what, and which suicide vest was whose from the ridiculous to life and death. Perhaps something has gone in to the Earth’s drinking water, all that global warming has finally effected our minds and we can’t seem to stop fighting and hurting each other. I look to the land for some sense.

 

Had we only developed a better source of fuel….  It was President Carter who first warned us.  That was in the 70s.  We learn slowly if at all.

The Extremes in Our Landscape

Two-Crow Take Off, 11.5.15, 2015, Archival Digital Print

Two-Crow Take Off, 11.5.15, 2015, Archival Digital Print

 

The crusty quality of this photo, the delineation of extreme value contrasts, the lack of adjusted refined focus mirrors now the political landscape.  The ominous condition of a nation so bitterly divided is cause for concern.  We read last week of the demographic study revealing a rapid rise in death rate among middle-aged Whites with a high school or lower education and this due to drug, alcohol and suicide.  Every segment is suffering now in one way or another, at least of the 99%.  All is not right in Leave It to Beaver land.   These conditions are hauntingly like Germany before the Nazis came into power.  When there is chaos and the ground is shifting underneath us, citizens yearn for someone strong to fix everything and give assurances.  We ought to run from these sorts rather than being hypnotized by them.

Halloween again

Afternoon of the Undead, 2015, Archival Digital Print

Afternoon of the Undead, 2015, Archival Digital Print

I was there to see the Undead starting to rise from their graves yesterday afternoon.  This serene cemetery is east of my house toward Hudson and a perfect spot as the vaporous entities ready themselves for an evening of Halloween festivities.  This was shot around three minutes before four p.m., Tea Time in the world of polite society.   Unquiet souls care nothing for good manners or the Living’s timetable.  This is their night to walk the Earth and remind us of the brief and temporary nature of our existence above ground.