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Put the picture back into the frame. Picture it upon the wall.
Tear down the wall and see a valley before you that is filled with good things.
Worship that which appears.
Record the moment you define what you are reading.
Make the frame, seize the earth, place it firmly in its place.
Fix the stars upon their paths. Say to yawning chasms,
“Smile for the camera.”

Put yourself into the frame,
take the photograph.
The camera becomes you.
In this landscape,
you will always be real;
fixed in place in time.

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Modern landscape includes kitsch architecture, styles of facade, advertising signage, antique service stations … we project our nostalgia for history onto self generated past landscape.
We want a time when everyone agreed what happened. The fabulous time of tranquil forests, fertile orchards, and clear streams. Instead, we have our modern city—we are no longer a community of souls subjugating the unexpected, we are facets of each other tunneling through the creation of a new abstract order—we have transformed our landscape into psychic topography and move ever deeper into the photograph/painting/map of thought—

The lens changes, the lion is the chimera, the sign that rhymes, that sells
the moment by moment flick of motion, new frames in the wilderness,
the promise of free land that sent us roaming in search of a part
of ourselves, that set us to run into/after/over each other;
we stand on stacked landscapes to get a better view.

We obliterate the wild within our architecture, and believe/explain
it is our landscape. We have forgotten our tools only anthropomorphize
that which is already human — you and me. We believe we see a lion.
Then the landscape is very alive; it scares us.

Look through the camera at the interaction of green grass, dried stalks, the gentle rise of the land, we are so close there is no horizon; I wish I had a red filter, a wish I never made before. I want to heighten the contrast of greens to reveal the brush strokes that wait to be displayed within this frame of land.

I wait for the light to improve, lost in thought and the new realization I can determine the colours the camera sees.

Now, I know what a filter is for.

The art of landscape imposes organization upon the chaotic, it is the human discovery of pattern and principle within prima materia. Renaissance landscapes would often feature a city upon the horizon, to announce man’s defining presence. Landscape subdues the wild, the unknown, the lair of the lion and the wolf.

Landscape can be neutral, blank; the mirror waits for a face to fill it.
Nothing moves, nothing intrudes, the forest and the fields contain their disorder and do not render it balanced.
The horizon is exact, even the picture of a lion that peers from dark shadows,
he stares impassively from the mouth of the cave that is his home.

The lion is at home within the moment of the forest.
The outlines of the crests of the trees, the branches, the leaves
melt into trunks that dwindle into an infinite reduction of light and shadow,
brush stroke and pigment. We delight to believe we discern order,
the hierarchy of meaning, it is apparent as we behold the landscape;
not as we render it in the gut grip moment of apprehension what is the wild.

Walking through the field, I stare at my feet, watch the endless quilt of leaves, grass, green, brown, light, rocks, burgundy, violet, scarlet, shadows, dirt, toads reel past until the photographer stops, a sudden balance expresses itself, comes into focus, only apparent if exposed. The film will convince  the viewer this really exists; it already exists like this in my mind.

I walk to this place to find the picture exists, motionless, waiting for my photograph.
My film is proof that free will and fate are a record of discovery;
in this frame I make event/meaning out of things unexamined.
My camera maintains its silent illusion; my new landscape is this solid moment.

Light records time. My eye captures what the mirror defines/finds this instant.

Landscape is an event created/discovered in abstract; we make an action and define it as found in nature. Consider the balance of colour, form, texture, the beautiful, the tragic, the boundless, what is surreal, what is construct; it is what surrounds us—the idea of landscape is inevitable like a universal right. We plant the seed of civilization in our wilderness and put a fence around it.

Put a frame around it; choice makes meaning where it finds it.

Photograph records a frame.
Our palette is a choice of manipulation;
colour manifests in our science of technology and we
evolve to make real the mechanik of vision production.
The camera/photograph creates the illusion of sight.
Within the moment we not only record the art of landscape,
we project the act of landscape, from within the frame
into what surrounds us. As if we had never seen it before.

RACCOON
strong argument
for inherited character defects
(doomed to rob the moment
they put on the mask)

SHARK
natural tax

STEER
mighty big cow
lotta hamburger on the hoof
looks good enough to eat
can’t wait to kill ya!

UNICORN
legends walk
myths ride unicorns

VOLE
thoroughly obnoxious animal
electric razor with fur

WALRUS
Old Man of the Sea
with gumboots

WOODPECKER
undercover forest spy
always losing its job

X
extinct
more animals than any other letter

YAK
silent herd mentality

ZEBRA
fashionable
even before being discovered

ZOO
another human project

LION
meat tenderizer

LOON
Canadian laugh track
in the wild

MINK
doesn’t walk
minkses

MONKEY
no matter what you do
don’t make no monkey of me

MOUNTAIN GOAT
Anthony Weiner syndrome:
climb as high as you can
make a goat of yourself

NERD
secret ambition to be a wild animal
secret fate: poodle

NIGHTCRAWLER
what is on your foot
when you fall asleep

OCTOPUS
another metaphor
most times, clichéd

OWL
night bird
great for Scrabble

PENGUIN
a compass
my proof:
the only bird that cannot fly South
therefore,
the only bird that always flies North

PORCUPINE
somebody’s aunt’s pin cushion
just waddled by
and we would appreciate it if
it would return to its owner
it’s eating our porch

GOAT
as in old
as in eats anything
not necessarily human
only acts that way

GEESE
reek of dignity

GEEKS
more than human
less than goats

GOLDFISH
sound better than they taste

HAROLD
a friend of mine
even though he is human
Harold belongs in a zoo

HONEYBEE
sweets for the sweet
the sting comes later

INSECT
representative of the insect kingdom

IGUANA
fictitious reptile name coined
by Central and South American poets
to rhyme with marijuana

JAGUAR
there are some things
you don’t want to ride in

JELLYFISH
something even Bill Cosby
couldn’t sell

KANGAROO
purse mounted on
a pogo stick

KOALA BEAR
and God created:
a tourist industry icon,
endless National Geographic moments,
posters that say, “Hang In There, Buddy”

DOG
invention of the pet food industry
the litter no one wants to talk about

DOLPHIN
smart as a man?
insist it isn’t so

DUCK
makes great cartoon characters
due to innate bad manners

DWEEZIL
little known bug
needs higher profile

ELEPHANT
brain, subject of poetry
trunk, object of curiosity
shit, enormous

EAGLE
on American money
an armed predator

EEL
metaphor

ELK
Loyal Order, or herd,
hard to tell the difference

FENDER BENDER
not necessarily an animal
but can create one

FISH
our national disgrace

FOX
more
than just a piece of tail

FIELD MOUSE
venerable
keeps on surviving

FROGS
builders, you hear them
at night, riveting

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