Jeremy and his Camera

Namaste

2009-09-06T14:16:00.000-07:00

Until We Meet...

2009-08-05T00:27:00.000-07:00

Sheets of lightning
they blanket the sky
Do you see them too
casting shadows
on the wall. it's writing,
a perilous sigh.
What watery death it portends.

But, an eye for an eye,
the storm's only grace,
a chance to save face.

The cool wind blows
Do you feel it too

The horizon disappears,
the clouds cover the corners.
Is it too late for fasting and fears
Where is that heavenly wisdom,
bid an earthly welcome

Time to build a tent
the lights go out
Do you have the time,
two in the dark, express all you mean

Sleet Sleet Sleet
Sleep, Sleep, Sleep,
until we meet

Sprouts

2009-07-11T10:57:00.000-07:00

Squaring Off

2009-06-14T07:20:00.001-07:00

Hands On

2009-05-31T16:11:00.000-07:00

Trinity (Term)

2009-05-21T15:25:00.001-07:00

SWales

2009-05-18T15:43:00.001-07:00

It's a Blog!

2009-04-18T07:54:00.001-07:00

This month three years and sixty blog posts ago, jeremyandhiscamera (.blogspot.com) started. Here is a rundown of the three most significant changes that took place during its terrible twos:

1a. Tragically, the laptop that nurtured and mothered this blog to life, receiving the digital semen from my Canon Digital Rebel, as it were, is now on life support. Having drowned in a bath of drinking water, it now rests comfortably and humanely against the radiator. In the words of every college sports fan to their favorite superstar upper-classman, "One More Year... One More Year..."

1b. On another down beat, my camera has also suffered a few bits of wear and tear, which I have neglected to fix. Every photo now comes with dust and scratches; one especially annoying black streak in the corner that I feel compelled to remove from all publicly released photos.

2. More excitingly, my camera has taken a trans-Atlantic flight to the old country, spending the last seven months away from the Los Angeles sun. Stop overs in various continental locations have provided some of the best and most enjoyable photographic experiences yet.

3. A minor format and design change at the brink of the new year brought with it more photos in less space, and a little bit of photographic/design sex appeal, now that the blog is coming of age.

There will be more of the same and, hopefully, some new things in the coming year. There will, inevitably, be a shift in location this fall (possibly) to even colder and gloomier conditions. Most importantly, the name of the blog is officially changing to Jeremy and his Camera. Please enjoy.

*the painting marking this anniversary is from Wayne Thiebaud—a beloved painter of beloved food.

A Dollar Short

2009-04-03T17:28:00.000-07:00

It's very late, but I'm posting a favorite films of 2008. There are only five because, frankly, I did not see a lot of movies I loved.

1. Gomorrah

2. Wall-E

3. The Dark Knight

4. The Class

5. Man On Wire

Some decent movies that I wouldn't want to rank or include in a "top" list: I've Loved You So Long, The Changeling, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Vicky Christina Barcelona, The Edge of Heaven.

Here are some movies I wish I would have seen: Ballast, Young@Heart, Waltz With Bashir, Taxi to the Dark Side.

Here's a list of notable films I didn't see that are meant to be good: Milk, Rachel Getting Married, In Bruges, The Reader, Revolutionary Road, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Doubt, The Wrestler, Frozen River.

Currency Exchange

2009-03-26T14:37:00.000-07:00

S/Know

2009-02-07T12:09:00.001-08:00

Turn the Other Cheek

2009-01-23T09:34:00.000-08:00

turn that other cheek, figurative and sweet
then shoot 'em in the back, knock 'em off his feet

sheath that sword of truth, dull and rusted
then bury a bullet in the brain, it can't be trusted

watch those guardians descend unseen
then rain down rockets red, all the good you mean

say a prayer for a piece, heavenly and rich
then clamor for a curse, go to hell you bitch

know the end is near, final and complete
then jump-start judgment with all you meet

What's That You Say?

2009-01-13T16:44:00.000-08:00

Listen to the melting pot mouthpiece
above the frozen waves
Watch the tower of talk
brush ashore a knave

Observe the fragile dollar
atop that sandy bank
Blurred beneath the noise
foaming white and rank

Silence all the subtleties
of treasures young in fold
Flock to that false fire
burning all but gold

Food!

2009-01-06T05:34:00.001-08:00

Foreign Objects, part V

2008-12-31T14:11:00.000-08:00

Foreign Objects, part IV

2008-12-30T05:07:00.000-08:00

Foreign Objects, part III

2008-12-30T04:10:00.000-08:00

Foreign Objects, part II

2008-12-29T04:24:00.001-08:00

Foreign Objects, part I

2008-12-29T02:38:00.000-08:00

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like(...) London

2008-11-23T09:00:00.000-08:00

Shades of Gray and Others

2008-10-16T06:05:00.000-07:00

Fishtail

2008-09-20T16:11:00.000-07:00

The Wooden Whining Box

2008-09-18T13:17:00.000-07:00

the wooden whining box
it's my instrument of choice
when the world goes grey
and words just won't suffice

it moves to the rhythms
of a melancholy mood
it sings a gentle song
only time cares to forget

it's my surrogate heart
with a four string pulse
it's the heartbreak I hold dear
on seven simple bars, only I can hear

I'm standing in the doorway
looking at you, looking somewhere else
I've got one foot out the door
and one hand, on my wailing wooden box

someday I'll find a hammer
and smash that box to pieces
because every time I play
the sound remains the same
on that wooden whining box

Evergreen

2008-09-08T23:31:00.000-07:00

In the amusement park wilderness, through the narrow gates
Sloping horizons lie
Tilting my memory head
and sifting sentimental traces onto the rocky creek shore

Time and terrain feel tightly compressed, violently pushed together
But only with finger tips, Earthly and Otherwise
The stately tenants, invisible, whisper through their shadows
language unknowable but felt cooly across the neck.

This world, raw but ripe for rotting, demands a particular attention
A loop of thought that begins and ends in front of a mirror
may infect the spotless dew

In the midst of nature's tour, exposed, vultures pluck away affections,
secret hearts ride the lightning wind
They strike the distant plains—too quick for you to see
too wild to explain.

These are traces of beauty lining the prickly dirt path,
fading with each step
leaving just a dream—thoughts of you and evergreen trees

transient

2008-08-21T18:01:00.000-07:00

that ethereal place
that baptismal river flowing through my fingers
pushing and pulling, lulling me hypnotic
craggy faces mask the twists and turns
unto ocean depths untoward

all I see is what I feel
suppressed beneath the current and the blinding sunset light
peaks and valleys do not hide, they are not seen
fingers feeling firmament
firm is the spiritual grip supine
weak is the clasping hand, grasping watery straws