This photo taken in 1968. It’s emblematic of the short life she burned through, crashing hard at 27with an overdose on heroin. That was a little more than 50 years ago. I can’t help but wonder what delights she could have provided had she lived.
I’ve posted this before, but just cannot get over the wonder of her voice and demeanor as she performs in Monterey. Enjoy the performance and enjoy your Monday!
In the first few days of this year, after watching one of the Liziqi videos, I decided that a good way for me to introduce a little more frustration into my life and to waste both time and money would be to try my hand at fermenting soy sauce. Because I’m pretty much pleased with life and I’ve not quite saved enough for the funeral that would surely follow if I attempted the Korean variety, I decided on fermenting a traditional Japanese sauce.
Off I went looking at the types that are commonly made and the methods used. I settled on a Aspergillus Oryzae mold and found a source in Austria. These folk seemed to know what they were doing and had a great tutorial, in English, on exactly how ferment ‘Shoyu’. That tutorial is here.
I’ve got pieces and parts of the recipe inbound. Mold from Austria, soy beans from Iowa, wheat from Washington state and salt from the Bahamas. I’ll use water from one of the springs that feed the little stream out back.
I had wanted to make this from soy beans raised in my garden and wheat from a nearby farm, but it will be another 8 months before my garden will kick out the beans. This has got a brew time of 14 months so I’ll be in soy heaven come March of 2022.
There was a line, used twice, in the movie “The Legend of Bagger Vance” that goes: “No, that was just a moment ago”. Here is the first instance:
And the second:
I’ve always thought that the line is metaphysical of sorts. That its up to each of us to determine how we view time. How we experience time. Just short of 50 years ago I sat on island off the Pacific coast of Panama in an open air theater (of sorts) viewing Joe Cocker’s Mad Dogs and Englishmen. The burning of one of Panama’s leading cash crops set heavy in the evening air.
It seems now that was just a moment ago.
Well, it’s been just a little more than 50 years since Joe thrilled us all with the songs and spirit at Woodstock.
This is good music to play in the background as you surf around. Enjoy
“The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fells like ringing bells In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells.”
I saw the article below while passing through on Yahoo. We live in a huge place. It’s so large that a trillion planets could be made entirely of of one substance.
You know a lot of folk believe that the universe that we live in is not the only one. I wonder how many multiples of trillions of diamond planets exist when they are all added up?
If you turn on captions you can see what it is that is being made. Check out size of the wok and the wall of peppers and garlic at about the 14:40 mark.
Two skill sets are involved in capturing a great sunset on film: a good eye and technical know how. Of the two the eye is hardest to acquire . When photography was all film we worked quite a bit harder to ensure everything was perfect; the scene, framing, light, timing, etc. There was nothing worse than doing all the work, and spending all of the time, to process and develop the film only to find crappy prints on the back end.
I was into film in the early 80’s and used a Mamiya C330 Twin Lense Reflex. It was unwieldy but brought great calm as I worked to understand what aperture setting and shutter speed would produce a decent image on the back end. There were times that I set up the camera and then waited for an hour or more for the light to get just right for the shot. A real calmness, a oneness with the subject, would come from photographing that way.
Sometime in the future, when all the worlds problems are solve and mankind moves into a higher plane of existence, film photography will return and with it the great calm that comes from managing time and light.
I’ve heard that Kenny Rogers passed away last night; he was 81. That’s a good number of years.
Here is an old video of Kenny singing “Just Dropped In” This was taped more than 50 years ago and while almost no one remembers Kenny Rogers as a rocker (let alone a psychedelic rocker) those are his roots.
Kenny had a love for the ladies and managed to marry five times. He once said “This may seem like an absurd statement, but every woman I married, I really loved when I married her.
Thanks for the music Kenny—find your rest in God’s comforting arms.
These photo’s by Eric Houdoyer show another way to appreciate our surroundings: color and form. If you can learn to see this way, it opens up a new surreal experience to an otherwise mundane day.
I’ve often spoke of how some photographers seem to have an eye for what subject, angle, light, or composition of objects will work together to make an interesting or emotional piece of art. I’ve called this ‘having an eye’ for photography. Now, more than ever before, having an ‘eye’ for what post processing technique will aid in evoking the desired response is as much a part of the art as any other aspect.
I guess that a purist would hold that photography shouldn’t diminish itself by resorting to such post processing techniques, but for my part I encourage it. After all, evoking the desired response is more important that the purity of the means by which it was achieved. I don’t mean this as a end justifies the means statement, but rather a means to achieve an artistic end.
The above, by Abe Frajndlich, reminds us that there is always something that can be seen (or imagined) behind a simple image. It takes a good eye to see something deep in a seemingly shallow moment.
I saw the video below over at IOTW Report and thought about the great talent and promise this little one had.
Her words seemed a little slurred and I thought that she may not enjoy English as a first language. I Pulled on that thread and found the comment below on Youtube:
There is a great series of photo’s by S. Mahe posted over at the Eye of Photography. Link is here. Some of the words that accompany the series are:
Somewhere is a sequence of images that are articulated like a feverish breath in which each photograph is autonomous and offers the possibility of a beginning.
“It’s a place where time is fading. A place where the physical contours of matter disappear. Here photography finds the delicacy of the nineteenth century pictorialists. In his proposal, Stéphane Mahé opens a window on an impalpable elsewhere and invites us to take a step aside, in search of a second reality. Somewhere on the edge of the world. The place, the time does not matter … Here, he/she who looks interprets, invents, tells his/her story.
A long time reader (Phssthpok) has found a little corner of YouTube that has a good assortment of solo guitar artists. If you have an interest, this link will get you there. Here’s a little sample to get you over the hump on humpday.
de Kersauson has a series of photo’s at The Eye of Photography that he titles “Marine Symphony” It’s good looking work done at sunset on the beaches of Normandy. All of his photos are taken freehand, slow exposure accompanied by a deliberate and studied movement of the camera.
He has a great perspective on the his subject: “When I look at the sea, I walk in the time of the world.”