Like I suspect many felt with their first digital camera 10-12 years ago, or better yet, my parents with their first polaroid, I feel a sense of optimism, possiblity and a renewed sense of awe on the world and my immediate ability to interpret it with a camera thats always in my pocket. Like Polaroid, the quality is what it is and there’s just no dialog to that end. I realize there have been a lot of folks shooting digital phone photography for a couple of years now. One of the better one’s being local cat Shawn Rocco

That said, this is my work. And this is the beginning. Lets see where it takes me, us.

My current barely-paying-bills job (which I’m very grateful for mind you) involves often high end catering in and around Durham. Sometimes I get to serve multi-course meals on the stage of our local and quite lovely performing arts center.

I drove by this church in rural Chatham county. It caught my eye immediately as a church that has stories, some light, and some dark perhaps. It’s got what I might coin as great southern gothic architecture. Not sure if thats a legitimate term, southern gothic, or not. If not, it should be.

Look for more work in coming days.

The moss and fern are in good hands.

In addition, the winter kale is about ready to come out with the chard and radicchio not long behind. You can’t see it, but my also parsley exploded.

Also notable, on a more personal level, is the ‘greenery’ within. In my physical world, being unemployed for the second time in 6 month, times aren’t as ‘green’ as they could be.

As often can be the case, this can transform into a whole lot of ‘black’ manifesting and killing off any spiritual vegetation required to prosper emotionally and otherwise.

I won’t go as far as to say that I’m all green and good inside and isnt my physical reality a reflection of that and how great is that? I have plenty of internal turmoil, more then usual right now. Being unemployed in the manner in which I have is really devestating to the soul. Moreso than I ever anticipated. Having a job for 95% of my adult life, much of it in mid to upper management this is tough. The seeming lack of purpose, the subsequent rejections of interview after interview can really have one feeling like that less-than-fetching kid always picked last for dodge ball.

What I discovered yesterday finding these images is that, things are not as bad as they seem and while details are not available things will be changing, perhaps in dramatic fashion even, in coming weeks and months for me and my family. This could be good. This could be bad. Eitherway, change is coming and it can’t get a whole lot worse. Can it?

In otherwords, its spring people and I’m no different than the world around me. I’m feeling particular flush and green this spring, more than I have in a long time despite the circumstances.

Some folks came, even some folks with babys and it was a wonderful unseasonably warm afternoon. A blessed day. Most of all, I think I captured a rare shot of completely pure and unconditional love on ‘film’. Between mother and child, its arguably one of the most formidable forms of love there is. This is hands-down probably one of the most truly loving shots I’ve ever taken.

]]> http://oxenmediastudios.com//creations/patrickmorrison!blog/?a=94;n=cake-is-for-moms-too Thu, 03 Mar 2011 16:23:38 GMT Patrick Morrison tag:oxenmediastudios.com,2011-03-03:cf39ff99f37f5c3cd1ed73e4adbfbe34/095dcaf845765f48466acc2f6da1aff0 Last week, the fall foliage really peaked. It was quite stunning. I was skeptical back in September when we endured 90 degree heat. I was sure the heat was going to ruin it. Not so. If anything it just prolonged it.

Walking throughout the house during the week, it was as if each window offered a different and brilliant painting.

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The autumn sunlight, to match the leaves, has also been brilliant. Offering grace and clarity, serving as a lovely beauty light to the changing colors.

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Coincidentally, I will get to enjoy the mid-day daylight pouring through my home a lot less. It looks like I head back to work full time this week.

I’m a ‘Budman’ now for the Durham area. That means I have to get these damn leaves up this weekend. Smell the joy

I’m reminded about the difficulty, uncertaintity and either reward or upset associated with change whenever I see winter twisting natures arm. Despite the forces twisting my arm, forcing change…what a pleasant distraction it is outside.