Tag Archive for ‘Photography’

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Locked inside my mind, I often overlook the abundance of profound patterns weaving their way through my environment and my experiences.

Photography pulls me out of my head so that I can deviate from all those predictable perspectives, I can re-frame familiar spaces into mysteries unexplored, I can expose these thin slices of eternity to others, changing how we perceive and interact with a bubbling reality teeming with ominous unknowns, flashes of deep dread and abundant awe—all tangled up and held together by connections once unseen.

Bob Ross knew: “Beauty is everywhere.”

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Wings of Spontaneity

It was all so spontaneous.

Unpredictable.

Violating the sacred boundaries of my comfort zone.

I finished up some work on the computer and snapped my laptop shut.

I threw on my leather jacket to keep warm, laced up my Gore-Tex boots to keep my feet dry, and wandered out of my apartment into the frigid embrace of the brisk night, my camera swinging gently from my neck.

Street_Night - Peace

My boots hit the sidewalk without direction or purpose as I began searching for whatever it was I was looking for.

Street_Night - Light Reflected

Listless.

Lost.

Alive.

Street_Night - Wall Art

I quickly discovered the city had been waiting patiently for me, slowly revealing its secrets with each shot as I meandered my way through the scurry of passing cars, couples with interlocked gloved hands, a drunk stumbling while singing some forgotten, archaic tune.

Street_Night - Pete's

And every time I raised my camera to my eye and heard the shutter go “click,” I thought to myself how lucky I was to be dragged out of my place by the swift wings of spontaneity.

Street_Night - Circle of Light

 

Photographs and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2016

Antiquity / Modernity

Louvre_wm

I took this in February of last year. It was a crisp and gorgeous morning waiting to get into the Louvre. I’m certainly not the first to capture the juxtaposition of old and new architecture, but the contrast is so visually striking!

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2015

Bishop Tower

castle_sky

I took this years ago at Bishop Castle in the San Isabel National Forest, Colorado. The entire structure was built by one man, Jim Bishop. Definitely check this place out if you’re visiting Colorado.

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2015

Echoes of Light

Red lights stretch

“Long is the way and hard, that out of Hell leads up to light.”
—John Milton, Paradise Lost

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2015

Tranquil Fury

beach

“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

—Dylan Thomas

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2015

Modulation

Dark Tower

“Excuse me while I kiss the sky.”

—Hendrix

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2015

Forsaken


Forsaken

“Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.”
—William Shakespeare, Richard II

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2015

Reclamation

greenhouse roof

“Nature abhors a vacuum . . .”
—Henry David Thoreau

Continuing with the theme of derelict buildings, I took this photograph at a greenhouse long forgotten. There’s some irony here, with nature now taking root in the very structure that tried to contain it.

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2015

Inert

relay box

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2015

Burning Within

red light of death and destruction upon a world deserving of night

“I say unto you: one must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.”

—Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

When small, innocuous items in your apartment become art.

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2015

The Unknown

cave_wall

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear. And the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.”

—H.P. Lovecraft

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2015

Afterthought

Flesh

“At that moment I felt that I had my whole life in front of me and I thought, “It’s a damned lie.”  It was worth nothing because it was finished . . . I wanted to tell myself, this is a beautiful life.  But I couldn’t pass judgment on it; it was only a sketch; I had spent my time counterfeiting eternity, I had understood nothing.  I missed nothing: there were so many things I could have missed, the taste of manzanilla or the baths I took in summer in a little creek near Cadiz; but death had disenchanted everything.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre, The Wall

A face gazing at you from the past. I took this photo at the Musée Fragonard d’Alfort in France. The body was prepared by Honoré Fragonard, a French anatomist who was eventually labeled a madman for the creation of his écorchés (flayed figures).

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2015

Longing

nature, bitch!_wm

“Deep in the forest a call was sounding, and as often as he heard this call, mysteriously thrilling and luring, he felt compelled to turn his back upon the fire and the beaten earth around it, and to plunge into the forest, and on and on, he knew not where or why; nor did he wonder where or why, the call sounding imperiously, deep in the forest.”

— Jack London, Call of the Wild

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2015

Periphery

circles_wm“My new hypothesis: If we’re built from Spirals while living in a giant Spiral, then is it possible that everything we put our hands to is infused with the Spiral?.”
— Maximillian Cohen, from the movie, π.

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2015

Entombed

Chain_wm“Act without hope.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2015