The Transitional Image

Link to something that's happening~

Double Day US gobbles up Trofimuk's
"Columbus at 4a.m."
We are completely stunned. We never thought our little prairie writer would sign a book deal with a major US publisher but that's what our little prairie writer did yesterday afternoon. Due to the elegant charm, and hard work of agent Hilary McMahon and a pretty good book, Trofimuk's Columbus at 4AM is going to the US. The team at Sorbet Central are very happy.
"I'm just a little prairie writer," Trofimuk said yesterday from the Bistro Praha. "I'm just a little prairie writer." We suspect he was imbibing, a lot. www.thomastrofimuk.com

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This Image: Day Dreamer" Elena Ray copyright 2002. Hey, there's nothing new happening at my blog. I totally shorted out and shut down (and how!). But Thomas is in the groove. Sign up for his weekly free Sorbets at his blog, and then wait patiently for his new book-available soon at an Amazon.com near you!! (!!!) He's really good.

Link to: Thomas Trofimuk

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Sentimental

Going through old photos the same feeling always comes up: my commercial work leaves me cold despite the superior technical qualities invested in it, while my little funky personal shoots excite my interest no matter how poorly they were executed. The white horse in this image captured my imagination in so many ways...I wish I could go back and do more studies of him. He was partly draft horse and had a delicious fundamental horse form complimented by an affable personality that made him irresistable. But also for me he reminded me of my first pony Apache, who was also pure white though not charming at all...just mean spirited and fast as hell. I was afraid of him but my father taught me how to handle him and I quickly got over the love loss and concentrated on running...the joy of high speeds on a pony...at age eight. I developed a bit of a taste for meaness in things after that. I can be bit.

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We do the same work~

The prophets have wondered to themselves,
"How long should we keep pounding this cold iron? How long
do we have to whisper into an empty cage?"
So don’t be timid.
Load the ship and set out.
No one knows for certain
whether the vessel will sink or reach the harbor.
Just don’t be one of those merchants
who won’t risk the ocean!
This is much more important
than losing or making money!
This is your connection to God.
Think of the fear and the hope that you have
about your livelihood. They make you
go to work diligently every day.
Now consider what the prophets have done.
Abraham wore fire for an anklet.
Moses spoke to the sea.
David moulded iron.
Solomon rode the wind.
Work in the invisible world
at least as hard as you do in the visible.
Be a companion with the prophets,
invisibly, so that no one knows.
You can’t imagine what profit will come!
When one of those generous ones
invites you into his fire, go quickly! Don’t say,
"But will it burn me? Will it hurt?"
Rise! Move around the center
as pilgrims wind the Kaaba.
Being still is how one clay clod sticks to another in sleep,
while movement wakes us up
and unlocks new blessings.

Rumi

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An Old Vision

A message to myself from the past.

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I'm spilt out. The cup is broken.

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Photo Montage

The angels always have better ideas than me. I just keep following with the hints they leave around.

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We seek an ecstatic peace.

In the long run what does anything matter? All you ever remember is how you felt.
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American Clay again

While doing a massive transfer of my CD's onto one hard drive, I've started working with the American Clay again. I've had an insight into using my clay room as a photo studio...which so far it it has not worked out as. I've tried to shoot with both hot lights and strobes in this room but it's just so small, I can't seem to get any love from the lights in that tight space...But yesterday I started shooting with just the natural window light at 1000 or 1600 ISO....very grainy but the light is incredible and the images taken are beautiful. The grain is beautiful actually. The untitled nude image I posted yesterday is an archived image (I just found it during the data transfer) shot with an old digital camera and it's super grainy-yet gorgeous...theres even this little feather dusting of noise throughout the image that looks like fairy dust!