Saturday, August 22, 2009

Chasing Certainty

you will never find your way
for as long as you run sideways
in the dark

you will never know the truth
until you live your truth

you cannot recognize the moment
the NOW
as long as your heart is left behind
stuck in a hurt-filled rut



you will get there though
because your spirit demands it

LET GO


you're not alone
but your demons should be

when u are finally free
you will know it

because nothing else will matter.



Thursday, August 13, 2009

Look, now...

seperated at birth
that part of me remains
hidden from you
searching for me
and all that i could be
if it were true
that i couldnt love you
despite your clenched fist
and my open heart.

do u know who i am?
not like Will
but the way of the light
that illuminates the path
and connects ur dots
that eventually lead to me.

what has gone missing
for far too long
i try 2 complete
without competing
with the demons and dragons
of your fiery past.

look at me now!
who do you see?
or can u describe
how i came 2 be?

(I didn't think so...)

I miss my mama.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Tuneday the boy-gay

Tuneday
is here
Wednesday
where he can be gay
till Friday
all day
and on the seventh day
some will say
act like you did
on Monday.

Pavan at Jones Beach Sunset, 2009

My beautiful friend and fellow photographer Pavan.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Not because...but...

not because I AM
but because you were

not because i live
but because you fear

not because i fly
but because u creep
(or crept)

not because i see
but because you can't
(or won't)

not because of reality
but because of perception

not because of my light
but because of your shadow

not because i'm free
but because ur not

not because i live
but because u exist

not because my life is dictated by people who mean nothing to me
but because yours is

not because i've seen
but because you remembered

not because i'm "right"
but because I'm honest

not because i'm told
but because I believe

not because of you
but because of me.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

Games and Rides...Good times at Coney Island, 2009

...continued from the Coney Island series, 2009.



Waiting on line for the Wonder Wheel.



Faceless couple in an embrace at the Wonder Wheel.



The Wonder Wheel, Coney Island.



Boys aboard the Polar Bear Express, a Coney Island favorite.




My favorite game in Coney Island since I was a kid. Aim and fire the water gun into the clowns mouth, which inflates the attached ballon. First one that pops wins. I like how the baby in the background is hanging in there too!



"Play it Your way"...the nerve-racking quarter game.



Big stuffed prizes await the winner of the Horse Race.



I remember riding these plastic motorcycles chasing and dogding on the moving screen.




Ambivalence about challenging the mechanical arm wrestler.



Freefall, free kids.




Father makes sure his son is prepared to fly.




They don't touch you, do they???", asked this tense woman as she got strapped in for a ride through the Coney Island Haunted House.

Monday, August 03, 2009

Coney Island Culture; Urban revitalization on its heels

No matter the view, an endless mix of people and culture come to Coney Island in search of fun or peace. I wonder what the vibe will be like once the Urban Revitalization is completed. Will the mix of culture continue to blend or will it sift out like flour in a sieve? What will the "new" Coney Island offer? And to whom? It remains to be seen, but in the meantime, we salvage what final moments of what will soon be considered "what used to be".







Thursday, July 30, 2009

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Sunday, July 26, 2009

FGPO Photo Outing/Assignment: Creating a Photo Essay about Coney Island or Brighton Beach

This month, I assigned my photoclub members, (The Fort Greene Photography Organization) a two-part Outing/Photo-essay project. The assignment is to photograph at Coney Island or Brighton Beach and shoots images to create a photo-essay.

A photo essay is a set or series of photographs that are intended to tell a story or evoke a series of emotions in the viewer. Photo essays range from purely photographic works to photographs with captions or small notes to full text essays with a few or many accompanying photographs. Photo essays can be sequential in nature, intended to be viewed in a particular order, or they may consist of non-ordered photographs which may be viewed all at once or in an order chosen by the viewer. All photo essays are collections of photographs, but not all collections of photographs are photo essays. Photo essays often address a certain issue or attempt to capture the character of places and events. (you might note that most of my work that appears on this blog are photo essays.)

The second part of the assignment is to edit down the shoot to just 10 images to compile a picture story/essay, accompanied by words. All essays will be published on the blog and a photo book, and presented for critique at the August FGPO meeting. Feel Free to comment on the essays as well as any other images on the blog at fgpo.blogspot.com!

Peace,
Ocean

Photo essay#1 Multiculturalism at Coney Island

Coney Island, once known as the "poor man's paradise" was the world capital for amusement that began around 1897, a time when early Dutch settlers inhabited the neighboring communites. Since then, it has become a mecca for people and communities near and from around the world. Whether seeking amusement or solace, the "faithful" make the pilgrimage to the southern-most tip of Brooklyn. It is here that cultures blend together as effortlessly as the sun rises. Regardless of where someone is from, be it Asia, India, Africa or the Bronx, at Coney Island, they fit in and have as much a stake in the sentimentality of the place as did the millions of visitors that have preceded them over the last hundered years.

Below are some images that reflect the multiculturalism of Coney Island, giving it world-wide status as a true "melting pot".

Click on any image to enlarge. COMMENTS WELCOME!


Coney Island photo ca.1940. Crowds at Coney Island beach. The first turn of the Cyclone is in the background, between the trees. And to the left of it you can see the top car of the Wonder Wheel.

























For Neal Collins.


Technical note:
I was using for the very first time a Nikon D80. I've never shot with Nikon, but I inherited one from my buddy Neal Collins who recently transitioned to another space in time. It's a great camera, with tons of features, but i used it on total manual mode including manual focus, which at times was a challenge. The other real challenge was controlling the ISO, F-STOP and Shutter speed dials, which is completely the opposite direction than from my Canon 20D that I'm accustomed to using! I find the resolution better from the Nikon camera but I'm not sure if I'm a total convert yet!

Father and daughter on the Coney Island bound D train, 2009

I love this moment...it is everything.

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

The commercialization of Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson's memorial took place today in L.A. and it seems the world took notice. At work, my internet software and other medical applications ran sluggishly, only to be informed by the IT department that, "Oh, our applications are running slowly because of all the people streaming the MJ memorial on their computers". HELLO???!! Aren't we supposed to be "working", while at work? The female IT specialist informed me of this just as matter-of-factly as she told me to re-boot my computer, all the while, BILLIE JEAN played in the background. She was in an MJ trance. Well, at least my computer and printer functioned better after that!

Due to my hectic work day, I didn't attend or photograph any Memorial gatherings. To tell you the truth, I think I have MJ fatigue. My bad, it's really my fault for watching the coverage so much. Nevertheless, I decended onto Harlem's 125th street to see what was going on. Today at least, the famed street turned into Michael Jackson Mall, selling everything from t-shirts, buttons, signatures, posters and absolutely anything related to the King of Pop.

As folks along the boulevard shopped frenetically for MJ-ware, I was suddenly struck with the notion of Michael Jackson, the commodity. Even in death, we seek not the truth of the man behind the mirror, we only snatch up frivilous mementos to remember a man, many only have now come to really "appreciate". That's appreciation to the extent that we can jump on a bandwagon, forging a collective pride, if only for these days after death, we are reminded not of our own mortality, but by the lack of green in our pockets.

As I jostled through the crowd near the Apollo Theater and vendors along the way, a woman bolted through to grab the last $5 T-shirt of an overdone MJ from the BAD album. This was serious. Michael Jackson, no longer the man...more like the machine at this point, was feeding an economy both above ground and below it. Theere were some questionable dealings on 125th street, even as so-called "charitable organizations", sprang up to collect donations for the "Michael Jackson Fund". Goods with Michael's unlicensed image is printed on a multitude of white cotton and polyester tees. Buttons, with images that looked like they were made from copies of copies of copies, were strewn across folding card tables, all for the purchase, all for "the cause".

If you visit 125th street in search of the right MJ t-shirt or sequined glove, just shop around, you're more than likely going to leave with something cheap. I should know, i brought a tee for $5 with a Young Afro haired Michael smiling on the front...just the way i want to remember him.

Michael Jackson money






For $10, you can have your picture taken in front of this backdrop of MJ from the Thriller album cover.



$4 T-shirts being brought and sold out of a shopping cart.












An wide array of MJ buttons being sold by a boy that slightly reminded me of young MJ.





Young MJ fan tries on a fabrication of the iconic glove MJ used to sport.



OK, I get the signing of a (makeshift) memorial book, but what's with the jar for money? And just who is that money going to? There was no information on the table about it.



Paying half during a recession, and a buck to sign the book.



The ubiquitous MJ posters for sale.



Fan messages.







Michael must be rolling in his grave over this one! And the nerve to charge $5.00 for a picture with him!