Sunday, November 25, 2012

Surfers Are Braver Than I Am.

(The lighting here reminds me of Annie Leibovitz of the 1980's.)

While I'm on the subject, a shark came within 10 feet of us as we swam in the Gulf of Mexico this summer, and I might have lost a few years of my life.

Also, please take a look at my books ( this one, and this one ) and  calendar. Thanks! 

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Mirror Mirror

I'm not always trying to be funny here. I was asked to make an image to pair with a poem for a poetry magazine, and this was one of my ideas. I decided to go with something else, but I think it's still a good image, so I decided to share it here with you.

As I was trying to decide what to call it, I went on Google and searched for "mirror poem". What came up was a really good poem by the well known author Sylvia Plath.  
It really doesn't have much to do with my photo, but I decided to share that with you also. 


I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.

What ever you see I swallow immediately

Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.

I am not cruel, only truthful---

The eye of a little god, four-cornered.

Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.

It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long

I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.

Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,

Searching my reaches for what she really is.

Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.

I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.

She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.

I am important to her. She comes and goes.

Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.

In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman

Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.


Sylvia Plath, by the way, just happens to be who I was thinking of when I made the following image a while back-

Sylvia Muffin Put Her Head in the Oven

I asked myself if I should repost this image when the mirror photo and the posting of the Sylvia Plath poem would probably make me look sensitive and intelligent.  I killed the whole poetry vibe, didn't I? 
 Oh well.

Speaking of dumb ways to die, here's a good video about that.

Now please please please go and buy the Bent Objects calendar
Or my books.  People have told me they like them.

Until next time,