Sunday, February 1, 2015

Theme Day: If I had to Leave ...

I live in a fantasy world. 
I just about have to. 
This city is plain, it's politics controlled by selfish, 
conservative self-interests. 
Every day, I see the growing divide among haves
and have-nots. I am certain that there are more
 beautiful cities in the world, places with better architecture
and a more progressive attitude towards their
citizens, but this is home. This is a place where I've 
managed to find a progressive, contemporary art scene,
groups interested in the welfare of other people,
to find organizations interested in improving the city
for all, not just a select few cliques. 
My camera is in my pocket wherever I go,
I look for beauty where I find it.
Here, it is where the rain has washed away 
the oxidation and grime from the side 
a utility box on Crawfordsville Road.
Sometimes, not often, I take pictures of other
people. Generally, people hide in their e-devices,
refusing to meet the eyes of others and 
feel threatened when they do.
So, from across the street, here are a group
of people on a cold day, patients and employees
of Eskenazi Health waiting for the bus home.

If I had to leave, this is what I would miss -
the small and mundane things I see every day,
cracks in the sidewalk, the sky reflected in the
downtown buildings, the hard-working people I see,
just trying to keep food on the table
and roofs over their kids' heads.

The first day of every month is a designated Theme Day for
the members of the City Daily Photo blog community.
To see how they have interpreted today's theme,
"What Would You Miss?" just click on the above link 
or on the CDP badge to the right of this post.

Friday, January 30, 2015

Soutache on Limestone

Back to the little waterfall feature at Eskenazi Health,
where the water rushing past the rocks adorns 
them with icy embroidery, creating lovely soutache 
collars and lapels for the blocks of limestone.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Icy Baubles

In the late afternoon shadows of Eskenazi Health, 
the water made lacy baubles on the rocks 
of the water feature. It piled in beads, making crystal 
necklaces around the flowing water.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Bright Spot

Last Saturday, the weather was gray, all day.
After leaving a workshop at the Indianapolis Zoo around noon, 
I wended my way along the Central Canal towards 
downtown, taking pictures. The plants have wilted into
the background, their colors subtle, to match the cold.
Except for the rose hips, so big they resemble little tomatoes.
Their color stood out in brilliant contrast to
the tweedy background, like ruby brooches
on a jacket lapel.

Monday, January 26, 2015

Always There, Unnoticed

I've passed by these items for years without noticing 
their special rough/smooth relationships,
but Saturday the bark of the tree and its subtle
coloration displayed beautifully against
the smooth metallic surface of the vent.
Below, a hand rail flashed its brushed metal
surface as it curved around the retaining
wall at the Central Canal, near the fire station.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Icy Reeds

While most of the snow and ice from this area's recent 
skirmish with the Polar Vortex has melted, 
the splashed water from the water feature at Eskenazi Health 
has frozen on the reeds.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

"Oh, Yeah!": This Guy's Good

While the drawings and imagery seem child-like, 
the installation and design of artist Chris Dacre's exhibit, 
"Oh, Yeah!" at the Gallery of the Herron School of Art 
is sophisticated and dramatic.
To me, it is less about war than it is about, 
as the artist states in his remarks about this work, 
how our society, particularly men, 
are conditioned by the near-continuous
onslaught of movies, video games, books, 
and advertising glorifying war, 
inuring us to its murderous reality.

The drawings have a perspective that seems
like those of a child's version of planes.
The kites are printed with profiles of bombers
and fighters, sweeping across the sky.
There's a campground of small tents, backed
by battleground videos. At the other end of
the gallery, a boy's bedroom is shown, his little jammies,
printed with angry-faced men brandishing bayonets, 
lie on bed sheets printed with images of HumVees.

The nightmare is coming through the boy's wall, 
a tank ready to run through and over
everything and everyone. At the window, fatigue-clad 
"soldiers" have cartoon animal heads, but are 
carrying weapons. They are strung like marionettes
so that, no matter who you decide the enemy might be,
you know that both sides are being controlled by
outside interests that have nothing to do
with religion, moral or ethical concepts, or even politics -
just by the desire by someone to have absolute 
control over every one and every coin ever minted.

Like the artist, I am not so naive to believe that war 
will ever be abolished. People will never just 
kiss and make up to live in a Utopia of candy and kindness.
However, we do need to be able to discern between 
a war that's being run for the benefit of arms dealers 
and manufacturers, and religious nuts proselytzing their
particular brand of hatred and bigotry.
Yep, I am a confirmed gatherer of nut and berries,
but there surely has to be a better way
for our men to confirm their masculinity than
by shooting some poor fuck who's been
turned into a convenient caricature of evil.