The following are a series of panoramics talking about my buddy Damien’s ecovillage, life in it, permaculture, sustainability, and how to make a kickin’ bathroom.
(There are some small issues, tiling to speed load times and low res previews while full res load and that kind of stuff. Just give it a minute to load and look around while you listen to Damien describe his ecovillage.)
“I like your nature shots a lot it’s a new side to you, but it nice to see some people again.” – Kathy
I’ve been thinking about this as well for a while. Ultimately I think it comes down to my photography changes as my life changes.
In Chicago I did do work like this, just not much, and for a simple reason, it wasn’t an available option. Today I can drive 15 minutes and be in Red Rock Canyon. I can drive 30 minutes and be on Mt. Charleston. In Chicago this wasn’t possible, and I’m enjoying having the option available for the first time in my life and taking advantage of it.
I am, trust me, working to go back to more people photography also. I miss it. A lot. It’s just going to take a some time. In Chicago I had a pretty broad and varied network of friends and contacts. I knew what was happening, when and where, and if I didn’t already know I knew how to find out. I had build that knowledge base, acquired those resources, and met those people over 20 years.
I’ve been in my new home for 6 months. I want to have those options available to me again, and I will, I just don’t yet. I’m working on finding all the whacky and fun in Vegas, but I’m looking for more off-the-strip stuff. That’s just more interesting to me at this point. I will it more and more, but it’s an area that I’m definitely working on growing.
And my photography is, in the end, from wherever I am. These days, I’m outside, usually taking hikes. I’m rather enjoying it, as it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to. But as my activities change, so will the imagery.
Ever since the whole Michael Vick getting signed thing has happened I’ve been thinking about how I felt about it, what if anything I could personally do about it. Ultimately this came down to me needing to draw line as to how I would respond to people who prey on those who can’t defend themselves, kids and animals being the two most immediate categories. This is about the NFL, but it’s about my life, and a line I’m comfortable with for me. This has been longer in coming than I realized initially, but it’s been building and Michael Vick was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
I am no longer supporting or through intermediaries supporting, or by lack of action supporting or being polite or civil to those who prey on the defenseless.
This means that in regards to football I will no longer be watching the NFL. I can find something else to do on a Sunday besides provide a higher viewer number to NFL advertisers, and through such allow the NFL to make more money from the networks eventually.
I decided to apply this to the whole NFL as the NFL Code of Conduct in my opinion should find that those who prey on and/or torture the defenseless is an act so heinious as to bring about a lifetime ban. I applied this to the whole NFL as ulimately the NFL has to decide and enforce that it’s players have to maintain a minimum level of moral behavior or risk losing fans. Only by acting against the whole NFL can the actions of individual players be held to account, and only through the action of the whole NFL will players realize they have to act at least minimal humanity. There will always be teams willing to pay lots of money for player regardless of how abhorrent a person they may be just because they have superior muscle memory.
Now, mind you, I’m not against second chances. I am for them. Michael Vick’s second chance is that he can walk down the street again. That he can sleep in a room without bars. I don’t believe that his right to a second chance is equal to the privelge of earning 1.6m and up to 5m dollars. His second chance is that he’s not waking up in jail. For more than that, he has to earn it. Or he should have to.
Serving hard time is not equivalent to changing your behavior, it’s not equal to changing your views on what is right and what is wrong. Serving hard time is what you have to do, at the point of a gun.
To get respect, to get good opportunities, reformed predators should need to earn them. This should mean years of behaving better, years of trying to improve the world, years of working to make-up, at least in part, for the pain they inflicted. And it shouldn’t be done for anyone, it should be done because the person believes they need to do it, for themselves, even when no one is watching.
Ulimately this change needs to happen because the person wants to be a better person, a good person. Then, then the person deserves, has earned respect. Has earned the chance to try for a great life. And I give a lot of respect to those who have changed their ways, it’s an incredible sight, that I’ve seen repeatedly. It’s awe inspiring.
To give this away because the convict did their time is, because the convict can bring in the dollars, is in the end, amoral and reprehensible. Any organization that sees so little value in such a basic sense of morality I don’t want to get my time, attention and certainly not my money.
At some point, and for me this is the point, each of us has to find a line where we say that a company’s behavior is so bad that we can’t and won’t buy from them even at our own determinant because the larger determinant on society of that company’s behavior outweighs it’s positives. As a society we need to decide that their are lines that shouldn’t be crossed, lines that are too far. This is also true for individuals.
Maybe I’ll take that time on Sunday to go walk my pit bull, Stella. She deserves that time, she’s earned that time through her giving of attention, affection and love unto me and those I love.
No little dogs were hurt or killed in the making of this photos. Well…that’s not totally true, her pads were probably a little raw and she was a bit exhausted from the hike, but I promise, she’s fine now, actually rather sleepy.