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Tarmac Meditations #186: Back To Business, aka Chopping Wood

February 12, 2017 By Michael Lebowitz Leave a Comment

Time to get off Facebook as a political forum, me. Mo’ betta, time for me to get to work changing shit with the folks to whom the results actually matter. Social change is where you find it. For me it ain’t here. Good luck to all of us; it’s likely to be a bumpy ride.

chopping wood

The image captures tools at rest; the gloves imply a human working hand. I shot this image because the light from a setting sun caused the handles and the wedge to glow, as if satisfied with their day’s work. The absent wood chopper is present in the objects at rest (Giacometti called it the presence of absence in his sculpted figures). It is an ongoing story of ritual, survival, and the peace that is often a part of the day’s end and work well done.

Getting off the Facebook chatter highway is related to many things, not the least of which was my growing sense of wasting my time in useless political debate for my own personal satisfaction. The issues we face as a nation are too big for a Trump-like aggrandizement of self. In other words, Michael , get up off yer butt, go to the woodshed (as metaphor) and start choppin’ wood. (Van Morrison once said that in song about his process).

Simply put, git to work.

 

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Tarmac Meditations #185: It Wasn’t There Again Today

February 7, 2017 By Michael Lebowitz Leave a Comment

“How can we know the dancer from the dance?” Yeats said that. I read this somewhere earlier today, maybe in the NY Times in relation to some political commentary about Mr. Trump.

Trees and Light

I thought of it when I went to work on this image; I have looked at this view a thousand times and never seen the “V” in the trees and the patch of light behind them. It has generally been fog shrouded and mysterious. Another way of saying this is that I made an image of something that I saw that wasn’t actually there at the precise moment that I was inclined to make the image. In fact, this is a case of seeing something for the first time, revealed by the absence of the fog. Curiously, when I looked at the image afterwards I saw the trees and the light and the fog that wasn’t there. That makes it a pretty interesting image to me. Perhaps it will only confuse things if I show y’all an image I made of the typical winter look of those distant trees albeit from a different angle. I like both of the images. That’s why I made them. I said that.

 

Eugene Morning

 

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