Kodak Moments to be History

Use Kodak film In The Yellow Box


Wow, Kodak is filing for bankruptcy.  I really think they shouldn’t close, but revamp and keep a smaller specialized company for hobbyist, and explore better ways to maintain in digital film.  It’s sad news to be sure.  Kodak is synonymous with the word film, and for me quality.  Seems they ran their company with the same dignity that they put to the products.  In honor of their contribution to the industry,  I have posted some memorabilia and slogans.

PHOTO FINISHED:  Kodak Bankruptcy



kodak_get_the_picture envelope image





The Holy Ghost Was A Woman…

And she left because man refused to clean up after himself!

The “holy ghost” would be God’s wife, and there be some serious disassociation going on there, probably from a “not mentioned” divorce. To any Freudian-“the Ghost” is the suppression of, at the very least some deep seated relationship problems! And don’t get me started on the Virgin Mary!
There you go, some of my feminist musings! I am sure they are way out there.

Not that I don’t believe in God, but more like a higher creative being, that by way is sexless. But I do suppose I am just as guilty, and tend to attach a sex to certain things to make it more comfortable and connective for me to relate to. It often puzzled me when phrases like…He leadeth me…came up, and there I was trying desperately to imagine God …I’m like what? God has a beard????…even though contrarily the “He” wasn’t supposed to have an image.

But I digress…the issue here is about clean up. Clean up, and the attitude that someone else will do it …like it is a “Holy Ghost” that is supposed to come and clean up for them at no cost, or at best minimal cost. No one seems to be counting this “hidden” cost “ into the big industrial plan. There is an assumption that clean up will take care of itself, or that someone else will do it. Often times the clean up is abandoned, just blatantly ignored and left out there to wreak havoc, as in the oil fields below.





It’s quickly becoming no longer so “hidden”, visually, or health wise.
So what happens when you start acknowledging this mess and start calculating the actual total cost, including clean up and health, instead of the delusional, slanted profit only calculations? Are there not more balanced and moderate ways of developing? I don’t think a lot of environmentalists want to halt progress; they simply want to see it done in a more responsible, healthy and balanced manner.

burtynsky_shipbreaking # 9a, Chittagong, Bangladesh 2000

burtynsky_shipbreaking # 9a, Chittagong, Bangladesh 2000

A lot of what is going on right now is making no sense to me. For instance take the above scene of recycling management for ships. Is just passing the buck and shipping across the world, where we don’t have to deal with it, the solution? When I see exportation of items deemed to be “trash” recycled elsewhere, such as above, I need to question why? Why export when we can use these materials here, and pay the unemployed here to take it apart. Doesn’t it actually cost more just for the exportation, or the trip itself, anyways? I am left wondering, how much does it cost to ship a ship across to the other side of the world anyway?

Edward Burtynsky Recycling #2, Chittagong, Bangladesh 2001

If unions were present here, they would have a field day.
This puts new meaning to the words “job with NO health benefits!”

2001 © Edward Burtynsky Courtesy Nicholas Metivier Gallery & Hasted Hunt Kraeutler New York

And, is grouping items which may not be toxic in small quantities, but can become highly toxic in large quantities, thus bringing higher levels of exposure to people who work with them, the way to go?  I don’t know, but I think there are certain substances and chemicals that just shouldn’t be amassed in large quantities.

Clean up seems to be on my agenda for the New Year, whether I like it or not.

The first mind-bender that occurred for me when addressing my own waste management, and doing composting, was the realization of how chronic my utter dependency and programming had become to a system that continually took waste responsibility out of my hands and hauled it away. Hauled it away at more and more cost, (invisible and not) to do what it felt was right, but not necessarily what was right for the earth, for my long term health, or for other people for that matter.  How could I have been so blind?

So I am learning how to be more self-sufficient, and not just go along to the program of servicing everything out.  To my surprise,  I really didn’t think I would get such a kick out of composting!  What a miracle it was that my table scraps, with some time and cultivation, where practical gold for the garden.  I am seeing that composting is really about balancing portions, testing, and a bit of forecasting and anticipating reactions of substances and forces. Immediately it becomes quite clear that amassing large quantities of anything becomes a total imbalance because then it becomes that much harder to contain.

In all, I blame my “Holy Ghost” musings, on previous templates of marriage, where woman landed up doing all the clean up in the home, not only for their husbands, but also for their children. This led men who run the corporations, to be happily oblivious to clean up, leading them to believe that someone else will do it.

So, ladies, the next time you see your mate’s, or child’s socks laying on the floor, no matter how nauseating, or repulsive it is to see it stay there, refrain from picking it up! Lest you be inadvertently participating in giving out the model thinking, or assumption, that “the holy ghost” will do it. If your status as female is “ghostly” you have absolutely no “hands on” the real world anyways!  Those invisible domestic hours, and that invisible domestic pay check proves it!  It’s a 3D world now, and your children (who become corporate leaders) and significant others need to see the 360 degree vision, that if they don’t clean up the mess, eventually it’s gonna come up and bite them!…and set anything “other, ghostly, or holy” around to flee.

Hopefully, that be the end of my feminist musings for the year, and not too much more muck and mire!

This is Part Two and end of  “LANDSCAPES AROUND THE WORLD”

Solar Power and Tree Structures

Here we are in the middle of January dealing with blizzard type weather and high winds last night, which kept me up all night and left me in a somber mood for the bulk of the morning.  I thirstily picked up this article about the sun, if only to change my focus.

This is a great idea I read about! Fashioning solar panels after trees. I think we have a lot to learn from nature, and I am glad someone’s observing and thinking, and finding ways to boost solar power.  In this application apparently there is good 50% boost of power in December compared to regular panels.  I often wondered about changing the rather dull and boring designs for solar panels.  When viewing how to do it yourself, one of the main worries is breaking the cells, but that certainly wasn’t a concern in this design.  I am wondering also about the sealing process applied here.  It really is encouraging to know that often the only limits there are, are the ones we place on ourselves.

Read more on it in the link below from Inhabitat.

13-Year-Old Makes Solar Power Breakthrough by Harnessing the Fibonacci Sequence | Inhabitat – Green Design Will Save the World.

A Man, His Dog, and Canoes

                                     Image  from the Tom Thomson Art Gallery

Around the rest of the world it’s a man and his dog, in Canada, it’s a man, his dog, and his canoe.  Well, these days there are only a portion of people who are out on the waters with canoes.  I guess I love this image because it was in a canoe on a school trip that I discovered my love of the land.  I can vividly recall the rowing ore pushing away the solid land and all things secure, and my nervousness which came from the brief  “how not to drown lesson” prior, quickly dissipating along with the ripples of the water underneath the boat.  A very good grip of fresh, healthy oxygen entered my lungs, and then I  looked up to the embrace of the landscape.   I was awestruck,  and while deeply immersed exploring all the facets before me,  time flew by as if I was traveling time itself, yet peacefully still in space.  Then, a swirling wind came around and, as if playfully, whipped my  nerdy summer hat off and forced our journey to side track to fetch it.  It was as if the wind denoted its power, and as if to say “nature can take you anytime, but not today”.  The waters were becoming turbulent and we had to return to shore, despite my pleadings to stay.  The adventure of a direct meeting with nature was cut short, but I was hooked, and bound to return.

And then there are bears!

George McLean The Living Landscape

Bears needs a whole other post!  I will add a link when it’s done.

Landscapes Around The World

manufactured landscapes..

I started the New Year, treating myself to this movie,  Manufactured Landscapes by Edward Burtynsky,  rather late in viewing as it was released in 2006.

It hit me rather hard, and I am still trying to digest the  realities it presented.  Firstly,  I was depressed by the notion of humanity as we know it, to be in no better condition than that of cattle on the slaughterhouse assembly line.  Where the  existence of an individual is lost,  people are just  masses,  and every aspect of  life, including such things as entertainment, seems to be generic, dictated, controlled and directed.  Nothing existing for the good of the people, but solely for the good of controlling parties who couldn’t care less about anything but their own narcissist interests.

It’s one thing to run a company like a McDonald’s, but to run cities, or nations like it, is another, especially when issues like clean up have not been thoroughly tested,  dealt with, or just ignored.  And please no…not landscaping with plastic plants!

If this reality persisted there would be no individuals left, no artists to create  movies either, but hey! who needs them when you have a slave nation.  We really are shooting ourselves in the foot if we think human kind can continue in this fashion.  On this path the world would have nothing human or kind in it.

I continue on this in my next blog which is entitled “The Holy Ghost Was a Woman”

In the meantime,  more of Edward Burtynsky’s perturbing photography here:


oil field

SOCAR Oil Fields #4   Edward Burtynsky

Some more must see documentary movies for the informed mind:


Food, Inc

Vanishing of the Bees

Selling Heritage -But Maybe Not

…or Camera Girl 2

Sold my dad’s Coronet Camera over the weekend, and received this wonderful photo by the excellent photographer and illustrator who bought it. Seeing it in someone’s creative hands brings a sense of timelessness to it. A much more professional photo than I had posted to sell it.  I can’t wait to see what she does with it.   Here is Patricia’s link:


For some reason I associated this photo below with the camera, of my Mom being a babe in her youth, before marriage and children came along,  due to the type of effects possible with it, but I can see it wasn’t made with the Coronet due to it’s non square format.  Why is it so shocking for children to see their parents out of the role parents still confounds me.  It’s like…”who is this gorgeous babe hamming it up for the camera in a classic under the falls shot,….wait! that’s my MOM! O MG!! She’s a babe!”

I will have to sift through some more photos taken from the camera and upload them gradually.  But generally the type of ghosting effect that can be achieved with the Coronet is very similar.   I think it’s a great experience to expand one’s vision by using and experimenting with different types of cameras.  It’s like playing with different lighting conditions or even time periods.  And as much as I enjoy seeing women in front of the camera, I am so curious about the adventure of what I will see when they are behind it!

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