Photographer Prepares for Epic Battle – Broken Folklore

Snarl Two Cameras

~ a broken ballad~



Snarl two cameras

on the military model

to overthrow all time …

Truth how it hammers !

Oh Truth how it hammers !


Battle cable, dear friends,

is my song on the subject.

With but my sting,

The dark lens sing !

Oh the dark lens sing, oh-ho !


No man, I am,

but if you do not advertise,

You see not the marrow of the soul……

camera lens in the bag, in the bag .

Oh Truth how it hammers !



Look to the game not fit to sling,

a very old cable plea …

The dark lens sing !

Oh the dark lens sing oh-ho !


I’m not sure that I am not forced!

Street Smart, examples of graffiti walls,

dancers’ Flash Mob to tango rhythms

captured in natural light

from a moving car. …

Oh Truth how it hammers !



Pavement dancers, portrait prancers,

you need to recover.

Oh a very old cable plea …

The dark lens sing !

Oh how the dark lens sing, oh-ho !


Tripod stand … borrowed at any time.

You will not be able to cry out loud.

Morning friend , father of aperture ,

half a day gone

in a snarl of two cameras.

Oh, half a day gone

in a snarl of two cameras !



Composition of painted walls –

Confetti Chef conveys social commentary,

Pavement dancers, portrait prancers

captured in natural light –

Town fathers whitewash walls.

Oh, half a day gone

in a snarl of two cameras !


The weapons here in the bag…

Oh, secondary motivation,

Compose the shot.

Captured in natural light –

Oh Truth how it hammers !


Pavement dancers, portrait prancers.

Capture the truth in the fading light !

Be brave my friends.

Get likes directed

to the page of cultural justice.

The dark lens sing !

Oh the dark lens sing, oh-ho !

And Truth, Oh how it hammers !



Street Portraiture: Rapport Tips

# 1

Wild her eyes could see their features,

feeding her condolences,

white eyebrows

above weeping.

Hold that Pose


# 2


And, in his mind – deep centre,

a solemn vow. He came to this country

from the dust in the world,

weary, called soft dreamer. . ….Gotcha !




# 3

This fight is my friend,

Savage and sharp forest wolves, as well as,

His Excellency, the dead who had

Walked down for hot cocoa – auto focus off. 


# 4

The fight, this is my friend,

As if those forests of winged tigers,

bright and sharp,

Reach’d the dead house,

his government,

to find them checked ,

White washed,

On the town shelf.

Just breath,….

Load film app now!



Interview with a Revolutionary Photographer

about Framing Randomness



Tell me about how the role was pitched to you.

As my own, it was clean, all of this, simply.


How was Charlotte (as Memory comes to be known) first described?

The photographer, although in this sad world, was pure. Then entered into one of the small movements, a plot direction defined by spectral spoor fragments of sunlight. The subject is framed by Van tins of breath, but with the same computer and camera angle, so that you can not see the middle of the beach. As the forest grows, so does she.  I do not even think of the past, just the photograph.


She didn’t arrive with fire and brimstone and talons ?

Innocent. I asked. Only,……. a new time. To enhance the multi-operation ….. and not feel like you’re afraid … I am the light in the studio.


Were you like, “Guys, can we dial it down” ?

To enhance the multi-operation … … and not feel like you’re afraid … I am always the light in the studio. I fight with my friends, this is my song on the subject. Always consider what the subject is going to be, and how the viewer responds to random light.


What were you more interested in?

The wizard’s head … and wait,… his mind’s deep centre, it is a solemn vow. Photography is a type of magical manipulation of light and truth.

What was that experience like, going on the road and having this intense bonding experience with everyone?


No man, I’m on stage with the wild eyes of her features, her pale eyebrows that compassion feeds and balances in white negative space. That is, when the time comes … wait for it … you register your camera.


Was it intimidating to take on this huge role?

As the photographer, you have to work a digital network. Woods said,

Bring your load. Just Look at the cow.” Is it not convinced that he was forced to sing ? It was there.

Is it a question of technique, or do you just sort of absorb who this person is and try to represent it?

He came to this country from the dust in the world. So weary, it has been called a soft dreaming, but really it is a matter of flux and camera distance.  Look again at at that cow. It was there. That is it, when the time comes, growling, roads, and firmware. The user again needs context or more devices slowly choke the passersby. The photographer, you have to work a digital network.

I …


All at sea, did you intend for it to be public ?

Maybe, it was a beautiful thing. All sand track, not only all this sad world, but inner rhythms like jazz . That was what makes it pure. It went into one of the small movements, a plot of substance called bad Kirukamu. I just heard something in the neck of my psyche. I’ve been clean all this time. Just, all these shadows and walls, and that was the purpose for referencing Caxton and alternative photo processes in a digital environment. It went into one of the small plot movements of dust, having been called into mind. Professional strength, calm … the only waterfall of consciousness can be state of photography.

Blackness, so the photographers spent on research (not shown) … it was his birthday at the time of that shot. The word so few people heard. It narrowed their shame, then entered the lion wings of love. From there, being tired, this land is the substance in the world, the bladder.

To see the hot cocoa across the street. Capturing the light in that one moment. Cobble stones under your feet remind you of a tiger in a painted pail. Just remember to close the window when you go.



Notes on the backs of photographs.

1. It was clean. All of this, simply this, sadness- wisdom gorld. All that was purification – grandmother laughed. ABX3

2. The cost of the secondary devices …? T-Even back-channel is much farther .

3. I have the sound you received. Can not throw more. The wild eye function kills more of the lines. Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb

4. Stern and pale, white hair. Thoughtful forehead. LlalaLaLaLa111-3

5. Called poor chocolate carousel . No answer.

6. Me and my dad … every doorway a home of sand.








10 thoughts on “Photographer Prepares for Epic Battle – Broken Folklore

  1. This is very interesting and unique- the art is amazing and the text has me thinking – hm – not sure I get it fully – but interesting g with the cow and lens and analogies.

    1. Many thanks . This is one of those posts that took on a life of its own – growing and mutating along the way.

      How I intend for viewers to approach it , may not matter too much. Each individual will take from it what they will.

      I identify the first section as a broken ballad, because structurally it badly constructed. It imitates the codes and conventions of a ballad most imperfectly.

      The whole post is what call broken folklore. It has element s of folklore that suggests a source and some context, but parts are missing. This creates an implied space for readers to interpret it as they may.

      You can imagine yourself as a folklorist who has access to this odd ballad, related notes (tips, interview, and scribblings on the backs of an assortment of photos). Now you get to interpret them as best you can.

      In many many ways this whole post falls between an absurdist parody and Dadaism that sits on a what if fantasy.

      Hopefully viewers will enjoy it and find some value in the meanderings. 😀

      1. Thanks for that reply!
        And now that makes me see more of what I was feeling!
        And the creativity is just amazing here!
        I am then the better for experiencing this post !

      2. Again, thanks for dropping by and taking time to go through the post and comment. I know it is time consuming to comment, especially if you are visiting many blogs. 🙂

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