word photographs

The Appearance

Karl ‘Shakur’ Ndieli
Kansas, USA

There’s something so unpredictable and exhilarating about the wild that keeps me coming back for more. I was up in the Yosemite back country a couple of weeks ago on a solo one night trip. I thought I was awake because it felt too vivid to be a dream. I appeared to be staring up at the stars for about an eternity before I decided to whip out my camera and take some pictures. 

My initial plan was to pose on this rock with my flashlight pointing towards the stars. I was sitting still focusing and preparing when the most magical thing happened to me. A grazing Stag wondered up onto the same rock my lens was pointed at. I instinctively held unto my shutter, for dear life as we both stared into each other’s souls this for what conveniently felt like an forever. As if to say “shhh, you saw nothing” he jumped off the rock and majestically cantered into the distance.

I had to wake up and replicate what I thought had happened. I can only hope that one day I’ll experience something as intimate and magical as that.

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SUBMIT TO WANDER

Four years ago I started my blog and began to work at the art of photography. I never dreamt I would become so passionate about it. I never dreamt this art could take me around the world or be the catalyst to new friendships. More than that photography has fostered a sense of adventure and wonder that I doubt could have ever surfaced had it not become one of my foremost pursuits. It awakened a desire for me to see and collect light from every corner of my life. It changed how I see everything.

It seems to me that I have become more connected with the permanent things in this life: a bible, a rugged path, a mountain top, folk music and strong words. And though photographs in the grand scheme of things are temporary, they bring a permanence to moments otherwise lost in a cloud of memory. These images serve as anchors, pillars for my story, and they can bring me back to the times that mean the most to me in an instant. They become like forceps, delicately pulling every memory, every detail into the front of my mind, so I can recall them precisely as I should.

When The Story Begins

Each day is born with a sunrise
and ends in a sunset, the same way we
open our eyes to see the light,
and close them to hear the dark.
You have no control over
how your story begins or ends.

But by now, you should know that
all things have an ending.
Every spark returns to darkness.
Every sound returns to silence.
And every flower returns to sleep
with the earth.

The journey of the sun
and moon is predictable.
But yours,
is your ultimate
ART.

when it is 2am and you ask me what I am doing, you can bet that I will wake up.

It is going to take a lot more than a broken heart for enough to be enough.
—  Repost from January