Easter-From_SE
The Scale of Things
Mist blows off the ocean to the right, a horse eats unknowingly, the Moai of Tongariki, all 15 that have been raised 3 times now, sit and watch over the plain between them and Rano Raraku, clouds pass, and i soak, soak it all in my eyes, my camera my skin.
erosion study No. 122 (with smoke)
Walked 5 miles from town to the top of this volcano cone, read for a couple hours under the crosses at the top. Insecure Christians i thought. walked down, sun setting and a clearing fire adding to the evening glow, the erosion on this hill beautiful and frighting like the skin under your grandmothers arm.
Fences of the island No. 583
So many fences on this small island. Little room per person, scarce resources, maybe is shouldn't be surprised, but i am. And disappointed, which seems judgmental, it;s not, but i feel let down.
34 days of walks
"Thirty-Founr days? What are you going to do on the small island for 34 days?"
This a book of what I saw as I walked all around this beautiful, remote, enchanting island. The light the sea, the folds and curves of this volcanic land laid bare to the caress of the passing clouds shadows.
I find it important when looking at something to understand what it is I am seeing. The land is bare and exposed because all of the trees were removed. This is exposure, this beauty is another unintended consequence of the actions of the people who also built the statues the island is so famous for. I am just gueesing that after the last tree was gone that there was little more beautiful to these people than the memory of the deep forest.
These people lived alone among themselves for longer than the "Americas have been the America's". As we also are alone and isolated on this small fragile remote planet with no where to go and no one to save us, I feel there are many lessons for us all on this Mystery Isla.
Personally Thirty-Four days was not long enough for me.
Text for the introduction of a book i am working on about my trip to easter Island.
Creative commons Lic. Image derived from file located here. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Easter_Island_map-en.svg
Blended
Like silver this image slips into my eyes,
a future lover shakes your hand
for the first time,
you both know.
glowing
this islands light is intoxicating to my eyes, as they explode frm the light and beauty. enjoy.
Ghost town moon rise
Near full moon in the sky, sun just down, Poike in the distance. Shortly after this photo I had to back to back moments where i was sure there was some one looking over my sholder as I was taking more pics. I don’t normally go in for that sort of thing but i took note, excused myself and left for the night. Is a special place this island, this ghost town i am on. and my month nearly up i feel like this picture sums up my time here.
NEWS
Robert Rauschenberg is dead at 82. One of my favorite painters. A painter who when i looked at his work i could feel, his hands his mind work the the canvas, could under stand the kinetics of his thoughts, his brush strokes, and collages, colors and patterns. His was the work that first inspired my painting, and opened my mind to what a painting could be. He is missed.
In other news the Vatican lead astronomer has decided that intelligent life "created by god" on other planets would not threaten a belief in god. Good too know, I'll ring the Arecebo Radio Telescope and let them know it is okay to look for intelligent life on other planets as long as it was created by god... Who says the Vatican isn't progressive, I mean it took 500 years for them to admit Galileo was right, but only the last 100 to admit there might be life other than on the planet.
Despite the Vatican's "reassurance", I feel a little more alone on this planet tonight.
"king of orange" Ray Woods - Oil, Mixed Media on Canvas. 2006
good bye
As she left her dying mother, she shot me a glance, one last time, "is there nothing you can do" her eyes asked, then she turned and walked off, she did not look back again. There was nothing I could do but cry in my eye piece as I held the shutter button down.
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