a small form of protest, sometimes grows into a big form. Just maybe one of you knows someone who can make a difference. Save the earth people. The politicans are selling out. We pay, they earn. They pollute, we suffer.
Could this be one of the last shots. Of the willows of the old hunting palace. Will they have to go. make room for the future. Who knows, we should enjoy while it still stands..
Remeber the days, when we were kids. climbing trees. hiding under the willow. The shade on a hot day. well if your politicans have their way. your shade will be provided by an industry building. surrounded by chemicals. the trees will have to go..
The Weeping Willow. Oh how she weeps. She knows that one day she will have to go. Because of progress. the future condemning way.
I do these for the practice of sketching. Also for the reminder of what I saw. What i felt. This may disappear. to become a street. Even a shopping mall. parking lot. who knows. we need to keep up with the times. and forget that we have to breathe
The natural abstraction. One of which has inspired artists throughout the world, history, and present. One that will be gone soon. The beginning of: The death of inspiration. The death of art. The death of sanity.
Stumble along a river. Look at the trees who have made their home. Along the shores of the flowing rivers. Then you will see. What your grand and great grandchildren will never see.
Colors running, blazing in our view. Leaves falling, flowing with the wind. Winter coming, once again renewed. Trees resting, waiting to bloom anew. These endangered, the walk of life. Reeking ravers, greed’s reapers. The destructors of life.
Oh, Mr. NSA. please read and post the photos that I have provided. We might get lucky. One of the so called leaders, named politicans just might wake up to the truth. The real world terrorist is greed. the ones that you support.
The Tree and the rock. Blurred. Swimming before our eyes. Seeming to fade. No longer a symbol, only a memory. Like the future of the earth. raped, pillaged, and murdered for profit. Greed’s tool for the few.
Leaves. The natural air filter. For those who have forgotten. They are attached to a tree. Which renews itself once year. We have only to rake the leaves. Let them rot. Then we have new soil. A wonder. Cost, nothing.
But do you realize, that trees cannot filter everything. They need rain that is not poisoned by the industry. The need the water from streams rivers and lakes so that they can continue to provide. Without them we cannot survive.
Ah, another one. For some soothing. others romantic, for myself, quieting. Endangered. Our governments will allow the industry to pollute them. they have their wells. they have the money to store their water. they will allow for example; that the industry to wash away their pollution in our rivers and store the Chemical in our seas. not giving a damn that our children will drink this trash of the rich.
Have a look. This is what will be missed in the future. Sights that caught the eye of those who could and would see. Natural colors. Just hanging there. for the Enjoyment of all. for those willing to look and enjoy. Now they are endangered. Because of greed. Money means more then breathing. Life is only meant for the few. Meaning the rich. And the sad thing of it all. the majority supports them. Sitting saying nothing. Accepting the lie.
Abstract shooting in black and white. not everyones taste. which does not matter. because it is what I do. on purpose and I enjoy it..