Friday, December 31, 2010

So long, Best of 2010? Welcome 2011.



Colors and textures bounce through the frame and I’m blessed to arrange some coherent order out of the bends in the light. Time moves on, seconds pass, I exhale, I dream, I inhale, I smile, I sigh, another notation has passed. 

I’m drifting again off into a poetry of music and sound. My eyes try to make something out of nothing, my heart intersects, the mind dissects. The tempo slows. 
At the edge of India I find primal rituals, at the birth of the Ganga I find that which can not be found, at home I am embraced by the arms of my youth and the eyes of my offspring, Beirut offers lonely ripped paper eyes of the abducted; not to be seen, in Satwa an organic blade of green festers optimism in a pessimistic mystic, Gemmayze gives me pink balloons and party hats, in the Emirates a lone boy dances to silence, his hands clasped, then opened, eventually melt, rearranging themselves and fall back to Earth’s light...

Days keep moving and time knows the bounds; its secrets are spoken in foreign languages while a cautious friend translates the unknown.

Today, winter yearns for an autumn day and spring for summer. 

Tomorrow was today - Today is tomorrow


























6 comments:

katie said...

these are stunning. i love the embrace with the tattooed arm photo. thanks for taking the time to go through a year of pictures to post your best!

M. Scott Brauer said...

Love 'em, Rich. Keep it coming!

RICH-JOSEPH FACUN said...

@Katie, thank you for taking the time to look over my year end blowout! @ Scott, thanks man, big ups to you and DVAFOTO, I'll keep at it, best I can.

Ritesh said...

really nice stuff, hope you have a brighter, better year ahead.

Tristan Wheelock said...

I love all of these. You are super talented and I am now adding you to my blog roll. Where was that photo of the city with the bridge taken? I feel like i need to go there now.

RICH-JOSEPH FACUN said...

Tristan the photo you asked about was made in Rishikesh, the Ganges river leaves the Shivalik mountains in the Himalayas and flows out into the plains of northern India. In the 1960's The Beatles traveled here to study yoga with guru Maharishi Mahesh Yogi composing several songs of the White Album while staying in his ashram. You should make it out there if you can. It was by far one of my favorite places along the river.