Homeless hearts hear

I turned back to see
But the man I passed was veiled
In mist already
.

Shiki Japanese Haiku translation by Kenneth Yasuda

In Tokyo the shapes often take on its own sense of rhythm

Positioning in public reflects a rhythm , we are all people on Earth, made of the same stuff, but each one different . . .

and we live in societies, call them cultures, or countries, or civilizations, each with a structure of human behavior patterns, A one time these societies were smaller and less interconnected

Media emerged generating tools and techniques to communicate without face to face situations. Mass media, print and later electronic devices have enabled information to be instantly and ubiquitously available anywhere on Earth.

Home sapiens are been on Earth for over 300,000 years, developing many different types of societies —remember all of societies or civilizations we see were successful—they are here. The unsuccessful ones we do no know.

Most of the 300,000 years was spent in homo sapien individuals finding successful solutions to survival, Those solutions created societies with structures of human behavior—patterns, norms cultures—which have brought us some “humane” and some less than “human” solutions and behaviors to survival as “normal behaviors”—

Everyone has a birth right to be on this Earth, but it is a right not recognized or respected by history, laws, nation states, or business. Without justice for the inhumanties of our human past .Although most of these inhumanties were done in the name of God or social order, the real result is severe economic inequality creating economic and social disorder. Justice to enable a sense of Peace on Earth must address —this.Earth or any part of it is not anyone’s private property.

Alameda Creek

Science keeps pushing on to know the Universe , recently visual news from the James Webb Space Telescope were in popular news.

Science seems to push on, there always seem to be more things.

Whether you study larger or smaller, there is always some “thing” more larger or more smaller.

The larger limit is finite, its the size of the Universe—by definition the universe is one, there is nothing else that we “know,” People talk about multiple universes but by definition there can only be one. This is a concern with word usage, not observation. But what how small can you go until there is emptiness.

When we think we have reached the end —The End! that would be having identified and counted all of the things in the Universe.

Stephen Hawking said science will one day know every “thing” in the universe — the whole universe, The Universal Catalog and probably more “things” than any single human individual could memorize in a lifetime.

Still not mate what, its a “no.” Because “things” are a human concept.

It appears to me that the Universe keeps creating new things, or maybe its the people doing the “knowing” who are creating new things.

If science were discovering things which were all created at one time then that would be the same finite number then and now . . . are we creating or finding “things.”

Regarding the number of things in the Universe, it appears, we have not reached the end of the Large or Small continuum, humans just keep finding more and there is not way to determine whether they were here before or we created them.

Or, maybe, while we are busy “knowing it”— the Universe is busy “creating it.” The chicken or the egg ?? Does a “thing” exist whether or not we have a name for it: or we can see, or touch, or smell, or hear, or taste it?

The Universe is a bunch of small particles and using our senses we experience the Universe as “things,” give these things a name and call it “knowing.”

But to the Universe—as far as I know—there are just these particles, it does not experience things separated from itself, it is people that do it.

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My photographs are like little insta-poems . . . a moment of something interesting to me and I make an image.

Two of my gutter hangers disconnected and I had to get up on the ladder to see what was wrong.

City governments paint the word “STOP” on the street, probably gadzillions of times and the letters slowly develop their own appearance.
The top of the “T” in the word STOP.

A program like Photoshop enables one to see the image differently. I don’t feel any constraints to an “artistic purity” “or a “photographic purity,” perhaps the main reason is when I used film I had a couple of Nikon Fs, a a 135mm, a 24mm and a infrequently used 50m lens.

The top of the “O” in the word STOP.

Even then, 1960s, I remember an exhibition taken down by the f64 “wing ” on the board because it violated their sense of “photographic purity.”

Mostly I jam just very whimsical, or maybe I cannot afford all the top level digital camera equipment. My first NikonF, secondhand, was $50.

With the radish he
Pulls out, a radish-worker
Shows the road to me.

Issa Japanese Haiku translation by Kenneth Yasuda

Gate gate paragate parasamgate Bodhi svaha

World Words, Work or Wore?

world words

Relentlessly Earth is becoming smaller and smaller, not in physical size but in the number of people and their increasingly accessibility created and enabled by the internet.

works

That is probably a major factor driving migration. Even with tv and landlines there was not the person-to-person contact enabled by the Internet. As population increases while space decreases the world is evolving and growing global culture

Sunday afternoon in the pizza store

Just think if one could just reach out and grab a piece of light and see the images it carries on your iPhone!!

wore

Worn out. woman

When confronted with survival challenges for over 300,000 years homo sapiens, have used migration as a major solution resulting in various forms of political control for social solidarity. Since the 30 Years War and treaty of Westphalia, about 400 years ago mucho Earth has accepted the nation state, the geopolitical unit — the nation-state and endowed it with complete political sovereignty—the right to murder inits own interest.

Alameda Creek

Light or visible light is electromagnetic radiation within the portion of the electromagnetic spectrum that is perceived by the human eye.,” (Where a photograph is also perceived.)

In physics, electromagnetic radiation consists of waves of the electromagnetic field, propagating through space, carrying electromagnetic radiant energy. It includes radio waves, microwaves, infrared, light, ultraviolet, X-rays, and gamma rays. All of these waves form part of the electromagnetic spectrum.

A photograph is an image created by light falling on a photosensitive surface, usually photographic film or an electronic image sensor, such as a CCD or a CMOS chip.

Light is expressed on the screen, and the gradation of light expressed on the screen determines the color and value of the printed image. Its like 4-color CMYK process inks on an offset press mixed in “screen mix” to print a photograph or a soup can except in CMYK more color is darker, in RGB less (reducing the color light) color is darker.

Light is traveling through Universe, transporting information as latent photographic images, if it meets no reflective thing on the way, then its last “latent images” might be accessible, and perhaps even more.

Or perhaps as light keeps reflecting off things its ability to express gets weaker. Maybe traveling through dark has a cost to light and maybe light has a limit.

Where does light go when it gets to the end of the universe?

When light is not light is “it” black, maybe its not that the light is black, but the absence of light is black. Or is it the “Presence of Black.”

If light is absent where did it go? Why would light be here, or there, or anywhere at all ?

Light is a mystical tour of the Universe waiting to be viewed—all over the Universe are gazillions of latent photographs —.It would be nice to see them — We do actually, i.e. X-Rays, CRT . . . and that technology keeps developing.

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Is it intrusive to make this image? I didn’t know these people, I took their picture as if they were a carved stone in a Japanese garden.

The visual landscape in Tokyo, like Japanese in general, it has a unique Japanese feel and the Japanese sense of design is always a part of it ,

Tokyo land used for an automated two vehicle pay to park parking lot.

A photograph can be visually “more poetic” than “more real” . . .

It is difficult 
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is  found there.

from Asphodel, That Greeny Flower Pictures from Bruegel William Carlos Williams

Weighting forego, dough?

I prefer to go slo o o o o o o o o o o o o o then godot.

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A painting on a building along Market, St and the east end of UN plaza. All kinds of people will be here everyday. The first time I came from around a corner, saw the building, the “local business men” lining the sidewalk and then the painted part of the building was bright in the sunlight. I got into a conversation with the father of the artist who painted it, I wanted to know how she did it, he thought I was judging the it.

The man feels safe enough to rest with his eyes shut, or perhaps is even sleeping, while riding BART. How does he know where to get off? How does he know when to wake up ? How does he know?

Where ever I have been I never fit in much . . .

I can understand feeling alone in a group, . . .

even a group united with a common cause..
Do you believe the world can be a better place?

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A photograph is that small moment connecting the past and the future. Does it make any difference in the photograph if that moment of exposure time was longer or shorter? Well not really, Its not a matter of collecting more information but the camera adjustments controls the light which comes into the lens to record an image which can be sensed by the human eye and the exposure time may be adjusted to get the image which is seeable by the eye. . Do we see in the photograph what we see when we see it.? or Do we see what we think we see.

The light we are seeing from outer space now is very old, compare it to our day light which we are seeing about 8 minutes old or seeing the face of someone standing in your face while experiencing an adrenaline rush.

Why is light from space so dim, is this the best our eyes can do? Is the problem the light is so dim or our eye cannt see it.

Light travels through the Universe in waves but interacts as a particle. Light is photons which behave as waves when traveling and as particles when interacting with some thing which detects them, such as the human eye. Traveling through space the waves stretch out and get dimmer.

Imagine a powerful star very very far away from Earth and in between a very large number of planets and stars, galaxies even, with each one reflecting, i. e., blocking parts of or all of the light from the far star as it travels towards Earth. As scientists get the pieces it must be like a jig saw puzzle which you assemble over long periods of time.

What happens when light meets light? Light coming from the far away star passing through other solar systems (on its way to Earth) will pass through light originating from other stars —Will light from the far away star join with, pass by or even interact at all with newer light it meets while on its journey to Earth.

Because Earth will reflect/absorb the light from the far away star any planet or light detector on the other side of Earth will not experience (detect) that light and whatever information it carries.

When light interacts with some solid thing which does not let the light pass through it may absorb and reflect, sending the light in another direction . . . on another path somewhere else in the Universe. Or perhaps the camera catches the soul of the photo, imprisoning it forever or until the image, like love, just fades aways.

All this time perhaps the wave, the part which moves through space until it is detected, is carrying the image information until it reaches an interaction and converts to particles , maybe randomly scattering an image here or there.

The camera is a tool to detect and record this image information and put it on film and paper or make a digital image which needs a screen to print on. We could make a camera to “see” the history of the whole Universe as it passes us by as it becomes too dim to see.

Perhaps as long as light is traveling through space, as a wave, it carries no visual information. but once it reflects off something, it carries visual information.

Does the light convert back from a particle to a wave continue to carry the image information? Once its a particle it can it reconvert back to a wave? And would it still contain the visual information?

Maybe light is a bunch of images searching for a medium (light detector), just a living camera in itself, and the Universe is full of “latent images” embedded in light, just waiting for an opportunity to “bang into something ” and print itself out.

Alameda Creek Trail runs along Paseo Padre from Thornton to Decoto Road. Just above Isherwood, on the Oakland side, I don’t know the story, I read it long ago, I believe a death of a young female. For many years some one or some people always put In Memory flowers there.

Perhaps there is no end to the Universe, the light, after so far going out—if light would have such a choice?—has stretched so thin, it has dimmed so much, here is not enough light for the human eye to see. I guess that would be “dark matter,” —Not really a quality of the matter but an absence of light. Make’s you wonder .“What the hell is light?”

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Myanmar has faced many political difficulties during the past years. Here are efforts of, perhaps immigrants, to improve the lives of others.

Brother/sister faces in a window, Cambridge, 1971., somewhere down Magazine Street from Central Square., That’s over fifty years ago,

I wear the red vest walking almost every day, I wear vests because I like to have the pockets.

Oribe chawan posing for a snapshot

If I get there too early the sun is not low enough to light the face. and I wonder how many people actually reflect thoughtfully on the things they say they believe in.

Gate gate paragate parasamgate Bodhi svaha

Winin’ doubt, know

Art has nothing to do with intellectual pursuit—it shouldn’t be in a university at all. Art should be practiced in gutters—pardon me, in attics.

Phillip Johnson Architect & Mischief Maker

Balloon Art

Walking along Alameda Creek I often meet interesting people. Bob noticing the “discarded ” balloons congregating in the San Francisco Bay along Alameda Creek , made a commitment to cleanup and assembled the balloons into a visual.

Balloons wandering free in the San Francisco Bay.

“There is trash and junk that are far too close to the fish and birds in the area.”

Personal stories told

The visual exhibit.

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In the morning I usually do some floor exercises in front of the tv and often some version of Law and Order is on. Today the behavioral science professional was on the witness chair, and prosecuting showed evidence that his methodology was not scientific. The defense attorney then stated that “Just because the methodology was not acceptable does not mean the conclusions is wrong.”

lf that were so then why bother doing the experiment, save time and money by just writing out the conclusion and submitting. Forget data gathering and go right to data processing..

Philosophy influenced, perhaps gave birth to, Science and regarding “knowing,” Philosophy had two important concerns : What do we know and How do we know it,

What is the data and how did we get it? What are the conclusions and how did we get there? Actually its What did we do and what are the conclusions.based on the data. —the experiment comes before the conclusions.

In Science there those scientists who specialize in collecting data—methodology— and those who specialize in reviewing and drawing conclusions. from the data.

In Science there is a “standard,” the “Scientific Method,” which defines how to do the experiment, and how to draw and write observations and conclusions.

The “Scientific Method” was developed over centuries by discussions in Philosophy of knowing —What you know and how you know it are equal parts of the knowing process.

The standard is “set”, but not “set in stone.”

Its set ( and taught) so everyone scientist knows what is. and can check on it every once in a while, and, its not set in stone because Science is a process which may never complete, a goal of differentiating and defining every “thing” in the Universe. it seems it will always be learning and growing.

Science is not claiming an “ in and of itself truth” about the Universe and the things in it, but a “to the best of our knowledge,” where knowledge is measured by Did the scientist adhere to the Scientific Method.

If they did not, which may well occur, and mostly does occur, unintentionally and further investigation oftens lead to modification—advancements— in defining and measuring ”—of the Method itself.

The body of scientists is held together by the personal commitment of choice by individual scientists to the Scientific Method. Its an unwritten agreement among self declared individual scientists

There are professional organizations, big and small, and perhaps the main commonality is higher education levels and the more specialized jobs associated. But still scientists around this world are united by their personal commitment to the scientific method.

There are “amateur scientists,” sometimes you hear of discoveries in space, and individuals who collect data adhering to the Method (migration for example) but today science businesses are common as well as well funded university projects.

Still all of these people .who identify themselves as scientists agree to follow the Scientific Method, one part of which is to publish their experimental data for peer review. And they do it peacefully with a balance of rights and responsibilities.

Still, whether we can know the Universe, and all the “things that make it up” is a whole other question. Can we know the Universe only through our biological senses— Empirical data alone —or by our biological capabilities of the mind—Reason interpreting our sensual data.

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But happiness is being able to hope, however faintly, for happiness. So, at least, we must believe if we are to live in the world of today.

Osamu Dazai Japanese author 1909 – 1948

A couple from Mumbai visiting their son who live near by, while enjoying the splendors of Alameda Creek

If you’re ever down in Houston, 
Boy you better walk right
And you better not squabble, 
And you better not fight
Bason and Brock will arrest you, 
Payton and Boone will take you down
You can bet your bottom dollar, 
That you’re Sugar Land bound
Let the Midnight Special, 
Shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special, Shine the ever-lovin’ light on me.

Midnight Special lyrics by Ledbelly (Huddie Ledbetter)

Summer, 1971, Phillips church summer school

The story is that Ledbelly wrote this song while in prison. He got into a fight in a bar, killed someone and was sent to prison. Perhaps he wrote it, perhaps he heard it sung and improved on it

.Ledbelly claimed to have written lots of songs, who knows but he had a singular memory capability and tens if not hundreds of “folk songs” would have been lost if there had been no Leadbelly. The story tells that the warden was so impressed with his singing that he helped him get out of jail.
Ledbelly played the 12-string and Fannon Street tells of his younger days.

Summer, 1971, Phillips church summer school

1969 I made photographs of the Toledo Model Cities program. Ed Douthet (sorry if wrong spelling) in white shirt was training these young men in the Art of brick laying. I was still yet to leave Sociology. much less have a moving business, live in Maine, go to art school, work at a big printer and then move to SiliconValley to start a design business. Ed talked about brick laying as a public Art where design, skill and commitment pf the craftsman made people’s everyday lives better. Some of his words about the public responsibility of artisans doing “the trades” have been with me all my life, he was teaching his students that what they were learning was attached to a vision of how everyday experiences are better because of the visual quality of the work.

Leaving Strong, Maine, at the edge of the town, while driving I looked out the window, picked up the camera and shot, . circa 1971, fifty-one years ago, that makes them over 55 years old. Photographs are frozen moments connecting the past and the future.

In Filene’s, Washington Street, Boston, around 1971

Its cold in Maine

Avalokiteshavara —he who hears the sounds of people all over the world, and now that is the sound of one man, for his personal pleasure killing thousands of people as the world watches in horror as it happens, on prime time television..

Gate gate paragate parasamgate Bodhi Svaha

Schemeless seamless dreams

Half Price moments

The creation of writing was a qualitative change in human history.—clay tablet, vellum, , paper, manuscripts, books and now electronic.

A retired history teacher, we discussed quantitative versus qualitative approaches to history.

I used to like to go to bookstores. Decades ago when I was traveling around new England in my van , if I passed through a small town and there was a used bookstore, I would stop and visit.

A photography teacher in the photography section.

Living in East (San Francisco) Bay, on Sundays we used to visit North Berkeley, have some Chinese breakfast ,browse the Art & Craft Co-op and the Black Oak Bookstore in North Berkeley,

This man talked about his daughter, for about 20 minutes straight, I listened to the history of her career. He was very proud of her.

I like wandering through the shelves looking at the books. I enjoyed doing it at the library also, but there was no talking !

This man talked about Vedanta and Dyhyana in the “religion” section.

I enjoyed doing it at the library also, but there was no talking !

This man was a career mechanic who enjoyed working on cars so much that even on his day off he was enjoying learning more about cars.

In the city where I live there is a Half Price, Bookstore and I enjoy browsing, especially the clearance section and meeting interesting people, I think being around used books is big factor in that enjoyment.

A retired teacher.

At HPBooks I can meet people, and have a short conversation which usually it starts when I inquire with a question about a book they are browsing and the conversation unfolds…

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STEM—Fremont is in the Silicon Valley area, Lam, Tesla and Seagate (operational headquarters) are examples of local businesses, and is home to many Valley employees.

Fibonacci is a series of numbers associated with many different “things,” such as artistic proportions and technical analysis of stock charts.

(Except for the first man, every shirt has writting on it.) .

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Its difficult for me to throw things away., Its like spending money down from savings . . .

Whatever is the “thing, it is a thing made from a piece or some pieces of this Earth.

When I throw it in the garbage its got nowhere to go,

If it can be recycled , that is great.. Some things things are donated in the hopes others will use them.

Some, things , such as glass and paper, but not enough, can be recycled through technological processes.

Other stuff just goes to “the dump.”

Some of that “dump stuff” takes very-very more than people’s life times to be returned to Earth. And it sits there decaying, “entropying”, and wasting space and energy that could be used more productively. for life on Earth.

Earth is the home of people, everyone born on Earth has a birthright to a place on this Earth. I do not mean “we should expect others to “share their very-very wealth.” and their “very-very power.” Rather we all should learn to respect everyone’s Birth Right, a right to a place and a life on this Earth. Just because yo draw a line in the dirt and call it a country does not give you more rights to the Earth than anyone else.

Of all the planets, in all the solar systems, in all the galaxies in Universe, Earth is the only one we know which has “ intelligent life”—us— on it . . . a life which is busy with some killing others so they can live their very-very lives..

Matter can not be created or destroyed and like a bank account which has no income, you only take out money for living and in the name of our “successful consumer economy” . we are busy spending down the very “bank account” which gave us life . . ..

. . . mostly so a very very few can be very very wealthy, while many of us not in that group, can live comfortable lives having families, homes and professional ,careers and others, well after all, maybe they did not have a birthright.,just born on this Earth by accident. . . .

while we hopefully pass the problems on to another generation. One day there will be nothing left., well not nothing, just nothing left that will support human life , but the “very-very some” will have their piles of consumer junk as memorials for future visitors from far off in space somewhere who will look on the piles of garbage just like we look on the pyramids today.

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For most of my 76 years there have been a few recurring themes in my dreams,

I am somewhere in Boston trying to get back to Cambridge, maybe way out somewhere in Brookline, and I need to use public transportation which which takes me to a public transportation station on the Mystic Bridge, or is the Salt andPepper Bridge, it changes,

Sometimes I am lost downtown, I don”t recognize the stores, but I have to get across the bridge to get to Cambridge,

I am confused because the Mystic River Bridge does not go to Cambridge,

I pop out on Mass Ave some where between Harvard and Porter Squares and work my way back through Harvard square past Elsie’s over to Fairmont and River Streets where my apartment is occupied by someone else.

I am not known there where there is no room anyway, out on the street again, up Mass Avenue

Searching to find Brother Blue playing his harmonica and tambourine in time to his stories with his blue fringe swirling around his turning.

My dreams make no sense either, so to remind me of this Buddha holds a chard -with-rope-texture presented to me at Chaco Canyon.

Gate Gate Paragate. Parasamgate Bodhi Svaha