Uploads from Mackeson, tagged zero69, with geodata

~ The Refiner's Fire, Quenched (All Life Belongs to the Sea)

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 20:40:50 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

un solo ser, pero no hay sangre.
una sola caricia, muerta o rosa.
viene el mar y reúne nuestras vidas
y solo ataca y se reparte y canta
en noche y día y hombre y criatura.
la esencia: fuego y frío: movimiento.

“el mar,”
pablo neruda

my translation:
a single [solitary/lonely] being, but there is no blood.
a single caress, death or rose.
comes the sea and reunites our lives
and by itself attacks and shares and sings
in night and day and man and creature
the essence: fire and cold: movement.

late afternoon, autumn sunlight
running rapids, on the mckenzie river
in andy’s driftboat

zero image 69
pinhole camera
fuji velvia 50
color slide film

~ We Live, as We Dream -- Alone (Thank You, Joseph Conrad)

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Sat, 13 Sep 2008 09:52:27 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

i raised my head.
the offing was barred
by a black bank of clouds,
and the tranquil waterway
leading to the uttermost ends
of the earth
flowed somber
under an overcast sky ~
seemed to lead
into the heart
of an immense darkness.

“heart of darkness,”
by joseph Conrad

rafting
white salmon river
southern washington state
fuji velvia 50
color reversal film
desaturated
zero image 69
pinhole camera

~ Slumbering Mountain

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 13:53:23 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

slumbering mountain,
massive yes
majestic yes
monumental yes
yet
no fujian mysticism
no vesuvian awe
no krakatoan fire
is it you or me?

mt. hood
from highway 26
zero image 69
pinhole camera
ilford delta 3200
black and white film

~ Those Secret Roads (This is a Man's World) (But it Would be Nothing Without a Woman or a Girl) (Thank You, James Brown)

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 06:27:32 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

do you like to
remember things
your own way?
well, do you?
are we capable
of remembering things
any other way?
from the window
of the apartment
looking down
in the dead of night
the scent of your hair
our ephemeral breath
upon the pane
errant traffic moving slow
pulsing on the network
of grid-locked roads:
dead-end roads;
lost roads;
suicide roads;
thunder roads;
feverish roads;
voracious roads;
merging roads;
diverging roads;
those ... secret roads.
(for andie)

zero image 69
pinhole camera
kodak e100vs
color slide film

~ The Crooked Bed

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 16:56:31 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

once upon a time
there was a man
who walked
with a limp
from sleeping
all his life
at home
on a crooked bed.
one day,
he stayed out too late
and had to sleep
at a hotel instead.
he awoke
in the morning
with a start,
fell over,
and cracked his head.
now it all makes sense,
he said.

the end.

from chapter 2 of
“Ernest Hemmingway: The Toddler Years”

self-portrait
zero image 69
pinhole camera
stuck on the dashboard
of my car
ilford delta 3200
black and white film

~ The Cowboy Angel Rides (The Lonesome Sparrow Sings a Love Song) (Thank You, Bob Dylan)

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 19:07:44 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

of war and peace
the truth just twists
its curfew gull it glides
upon four-legged forest clouds
the cowboy angel rides
with his candle lit
into the sun
although its glow is waxed in black
all except when beneath the trees of eden

www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FBoeBborpU&feature=related

“gates of eden,” by bob dylan

kodak tri-x
black and white film
zero image 69
pinhole camera

~ Mandíbulas Abiertas

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 10:08:11 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

afuera
en la profundidad salvaje
donde océanos y corazones quiebran
mandíbulas abiertas
esperando
para a tragarme entero

the jaws of the the nahalem river
where it empties into the pacific ocean

zero image 69
pinhole camera
tri-x
black and white film

~ The Holy Grail (The Story of a Boy and his Mono-Pod)

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 18:24:06 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

snows of kilimanjaro, baby
masai warriors
ngaje ngai
the house of god
close to the summit
the dried and frozen
sorryass carcass
of a leopard
in that rarified air
still climbing
like a bat out of hell
on the roof
the grail
within my grasp

mt. batchelor
from the cascade lakes highway
central oregon
kodak e100gx
color slide film
zero image 69
pinhole camera
mounted on a mono-pod
stuck out the sunroof of my car
five second exposure

~ The Other End of the Line

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 05:50:53 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

we are men, now.
the commanding voice
of our absent father
on the other end of the line,
has long since been still.
the harsh, late afternoon sun
reflects upon us
as we talk
about work, sports and politics
~ albeit, in low tones
so as still to hear
the laughter of children
running through the sprinkler

my brother dean
on the side porch of our house
father’s day

kodak e100gx
color slide film
slightly de-saturated
zero image 69
pinhole camera

~ Visions of the Falls (Ain’t It Just Like the Night) (Infinity Goes Up on Trial) (Highway Blues) (Take 8)

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 09:31:04 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

ain’t it just like the night
to play tricks
when you’re trying to be so quiet?
we sit here stranded
though we’re all doing our best
to deny it

inside of the museums
infinity goes up on trial
voices echo
this is what salvation must be like
after awhile
but even manyfires
has the highway blues
you can tell by the way she smiles

lyrics
with some modificationa
borrowed from
“visions of johanna (take 8),”
by bob Dylan

portrait of manyfires
www.flickr.com/photos/manyfires/
st. johns bridge
kodak bw400cn
black and white film
leica r7
50 mm lens
merged with
pinhole image
of the base of
multnomah falls
zero image 69
kodak e100gx
converted to black and white

~ Your Demons and All the Non-Believers (Sandstorm Coming)

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Thu, 29 May 2008 06:30:50 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

route mobile
western anbar province
iraq
may 2008

god is at the wheel
of a ’57 chevy
bel-air nomad
uparmored with
steel plates
and sand bags
over the hood,
a weapons platform
for an m2
heavy machine gun,
a turbo-charged engine
a fully armored
passenger compartment.
and a christmas tree
air freshener hanging from
the rear view mirror

manning the m2
is lance cpl. nate windsor.
“jesus! it’s hot, he says.
“you’re telling me,” says god,
turning and winking
at the buddhas
who are sitting in the back,
nervously playing
with their gameboys

“sir … uh … where’d you
get this vehicle?” asks windsor.
“the motor pool was all out of humvees,”
says god, firing up a lucky strike.
“you go to war with the army you have,”
he continues,
“not the army you might want or wish
to have at a later time, right, boys?”
god turns again to the buddhas
who are all wearing flak jackets
and helmets that look to be
several sizes too big.
sweat is running down their faces.

“where are you from, son,” asks god
“twenty nine palms, california,
you’ve heard of it, sir?” says windsor.
“near joshua tree, right? says god.
“yes, sir,” says windsor.
“we’ve been there
a time or two,” says god,
as he slowly exhales
blue smoke from the lucky.

“what the hell you doing here,” asks god.
“i enlisted
the day after my 19th birthday,” says windsor.
“didn’t tell my dad
until after i finished basic,” he adds
“why’d you sign up?”
“wanted to be the savior of the broken,
the beaten and the damned,” says windsor.
“say again?” says god.
“the lyrics from my favorite song, sir.
i mean to say,
i just wanted to make a difference,” says windsor.
“you have, son,
rest assured, you have,” says god.

“sir?” asks windsor
“yes,” says god.
“i was wondering … is there some
particular reason why ‘mister tambourine man’
keeps playing over and over again?”
“sorry,” says god, taking another long,
pensive drag on his lucky.
“is there something else you’d like to hear?” asks god.
“how about welcome to the black parade
by my chemical romance,” says windsor, with a laugh.

the songs begins to play on the radio:
when i was a young boy,
my father took me into the city
to see a marching band.
he said, ‘son when you grow up,
would you be the savior of the broken,
the beaten and the damned?’
he said ‘will you defeat them,
your demons, and all the non-believers,
the plans that they have made?
because one day i'll leave you,
a phantom to lead you in the summer,
to join the black parade.’
“how’d you do that,” asks windsor, astonished.
“i’ve got my ways,” says god.

god squints pensively
through the bullet resistant
windshield.
up ahead lies an oasis
the men call “the woods.”
he sees
a company of marines
on foot patrol,
handing out candy
to the kids who live there.

suddenly,
a single, iranian
incendiary bullet
from an austrian
.50 caliber
steyr-mannlicher sniper rifle
pierces the armor
on the ’57 chevy.
windsor falls back into
the passenger compartment
blood spurting from
a through and through wound
to his neck
caused by a jagged splinter
of the fragmented bullet.

“damn,” yells god
as he turns quickly
to the right
behind a stone wall.
god puts his hands
over the wounds.
blood gushes between
his fingers.
windsor stares up,
unable to speak.
god leans down
his face to the side
of windsor’s face,
temple to temple.
but within the hour,
windsor dies.

“windsor has buddha nature,”
say the buddhas,
sitting motionless.

god gets out of the ’57 chevy
and stands
with his back to the scene,
staring down the road
“i feel a sandstorm coming,”
says one of the buddhas.

~ The Girl in the Swing (Ghostly Tunes)

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Fri, 23 May 2008 04:26:54 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

amid
scattered shadows
with a gentle breeze
at her back,
she swings in time
keeping company
with the piano man
alas!
ghostly tunes
are all he knows

ilford xp2 super
black and white film
zero image 69
pinhole camera

~ The Salmon River Chronicles (Part II)

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 04:06:50 -0800

Mackeson posted a photo:

face of the deep waters, baby
without form,
fathomless
void
god, moving
mystic mists
twilight
the witching hour
and god said, “let there be steelhead”
and there were steelhead
but no one could catch them
and He saw that the steelhead were good
and god said, “the rest will take care of itself”
“what are you saying?” ask the buddhas
from within the cabin of the jet boat
fogged by sweet smoke
“nothing,” says god, “i was just talking to myself”
“nothing?” repeats the first buddha
all three buddhas start snickering
“steelhead have buddha nature,” say the buddhas
“well, they live in the present moment,
and are mindful only of themselves,
i will say that,” says god
as they approach a class five rapid,
god momentarily slows the jet boat
as He reads the waters
big water
big fucking water
big water forced through
narrow canyon walls
then god surges into the white water
and at full throttle
cuts all the way across
between two rocks,
gigantic, ancient, submerged
and then up again and through
suddenly
still up on plane
they are gliding
on a long slick of smooth water
autumn colors succumb to purple
mourning purple
shadows birthed by steep canyon walls
“when are we going to fish?”
asks the first buddha
“yeah, is this a good spot?
asks the second
“is this where the steelhead dwell?”
ask the third buddha.
up at the helm, god squints around
and takes a long drag
on a slightly damp lucky strike
“how should i know,” says god
“omniscience has its limitations.”

off the bow
of a jet sled
on the salmon river
in southern idaho

zero image 69
pinhole camera
kodak e100vs
color slide film
image cropped to 15x7

~ The Salmon River Chronicles (Part I)

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Sat, 01 Nov 2008 10:21:31 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

daybreak
at a boat ramp
fifteen miles up the salmon river
from riggins, idaho
beneath a gnarly juniper tree
sit the three buddhas
passing a joint
they hear a ’57 chevrolet bel-air nomad
roaring up the river road towards them
the chevy
is pulling a 23 foot jet boat on a trailer
and it turns off into the gravel parking lot
circles
and comes to a stop
the buddhas watch
as the chevy backs across the lot,
at 40 miles per hour,
straight down the ramp
suddenly breaking
and sliding the last 20 yards
the trailer comes to an abrupt stop
all the wheels buried below water
and the jet sled pops off
god rolls down the window
“turboglide, baby,” he says,
“you gotta love it”
“where’ve you been?” asks one of the buddhas
“yeah, it seems like an eternity,”
says another buddha
as he takes a toke off the joint
“well let me enlighten you,” says god
“it’s a big universe”
“an empty universe,” says the second buddha
“and it’s expanding,” adds the third
as he holds the smoke in his lungs
“you boys want to fish or talk?” asks god
the buddhas look at each other;
“fish,” they say in unison
“well, you might want to grab the boat
before it leaves without us,” says god
“and would one of you mind getting me
another budweiser
out of the cooler on the back?”
the buddhas grab the rope
and a bud for god
"thanks," says god
as He snaps back the lid
of a zippo lighter
and fires up a lucky strike
blue smoke curls to the heavens
the air is soft, expectant
sage, juniper, spent lighter fluid
across from the ramp
in a pocket of water
of dark, blue green water,
a steelhead rolls
“i’ll go park the rig,” says god,
as he looks up the canyon,
with a smile.

off the bow
of a jet sled
on the salmon river
in southern idaho

zero image 69
pinhole camera
kodak e100vs
color slide film
image cropped to 15x7

~ I Got My Head Checked (By a Jet Sled) (Apologies to Blur) (Wahoo!)

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 16:03:43 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0Xl0ZEKJzo&NR=1

i got my head checked
by a [jet sled]
it wasn't easy
but nothing is, no
well i feel heavy metal
and i'm pins
and i'm needles
well i lie and i'm easy
all of the time
and i'm never sure
why i need you
pleased to meet you
i got my head done
when i was young
it's not my problem
wahoo!

“song 2,”
by blur

on a jet boat
heading up the salmon river
in southern idaho

zero image 69
pinhole camera
kodak e100vs
color slide film
image cropped to 15x7

~ The Philosopher's Stone

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 06:08:50 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

out on the highways
and the byways
all alone
i'm still searching
for my home
up in the morning
out on the road
my head is aching
my hands are cold
i'm looking for the silver lining
in the clouds
and i'm searching for
the philosopher's stone

lyrics borrowed from
“the philosopher’s stone,”
by van morrison

cape arago
one morning back
not too long ago

fuji velvia 50
color slide film
desaturated
zero image 69
pinhole camera

~ Iron Disassembly (El Kabong Strikes Again!)

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Sun, 24 Aug 2008 06:11:20 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

iron disassembly
instructions, not included
restless ruins, fall

*

astride his trusty monopod
hooves clatter on the rusty ramparts
the errant cowboy rides again,
undeterred
down the foggy ruins of time
thanks bob
¡arriba! ¡ha ha ha!
el kabong, baby
el fin de bad guy
he gets the girl
www.youtube.com/watch?v=49lFPyzTfjw

the foggy approach to
the Conde B. McCullough Memorial Bridge
a cantilever bridge that spans coos bay
along highway 101
near north bend, oregon

zero image 69
pinhole camera
ilford delta 3200
black and white film

... sounds like a senorita in dire distress.

... el kabong strikes again!

~ Koi

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 20:52:17 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

shy
elusive
coy
lurking in the summer depths
curious,
yet koi

kodak tri-x
black and white film
zero image 69
pinhole camera

~ Terminal Velocity

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Sun, 01 Jun 2008 10:25:14 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

as i always suspected:

an object
reaches its terminal velocity
when the downward force
of gravity (Fg) equals
the upward force of drag (Fd).
the net force
on the body
is then zero,
and the result is that
the velocity of the object
remains constant.
as the object accelerates
(usually downwards due to gravity),
the drag force
acting on the object
increases.
at a particular speed,
the drag force produced
will equal the object's weight (mg).
eventually,
it plummets
at a constant speed
called terminal velocity
(also called settling velocity).
terminal velocity
varies directly
with the ratio of drag to weight.
more drag means
a lower terminal velocity,
while increased weight
means a higher terminal velocity.
an object moving downward
at greater than terminal velocity
(for example because it was affected
by a downward force
or it fell from a thinner part
of the atmosphere
or it changed shape)
will slow until it reaches terminal velocity.

now i have proof

kodak e100gx
color slide film
zero image 69
pinhole camera

30 second exposure
through the sylvan tunnel
with the pinhole camera
attached to a mono-pod
sticking out the sunroof
of my car
east towards portland,
oregon.

~ De La Luz y La Sombra (Gracias Camila Benson)

nobody@flickr.com (Mackeson) — Sat, 31 May 2008 08:31:01 -0700

Mackeson posted a photo:

ir andando
sin norte
sin oeste
sin este
y extraviado del sur
como gira este mundo
de la luz a la sombra
de la sombra a la luz
de la luz y la sombra
a ti

“de la luz y la sombra,”
por camila benson