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August 29 Random Life...A concentration of street photography....What comes to me.....What is to be seen....What is to be caught.....What ought to be shared..........What's shared with me, I share with you...... Let it come to you....... What is to be seen in this world...?
What is to be seen in yours?
The fellow riding the bike is an acquaintance of mine. He's 70-plus-years-old, & he's in outstanding physical shape. {Hop on you bikes sisters and brothers and start peddling!} Notice the cane stashed along the bike's frame? It won't have to be used soon, as this sporty gent will be getting his knee repaired.
Take time to find a spot of joy and interest in your life to share everyday. Thanks for taking the time to visit. - I appreciate your company. -jj August 28 Random Life....Street Photography......Summer Days......hot summer days......water spout cool off...Rendered Black and White from a hot colorful afternoon. Smartest girl in town......Walk'n down the road.....- Street Photography -
...as a grown woman cooled off from the mouth of a jet -sprayed water-spout under the protective canopy of a shady tree.
She filled up a shoe and drank from it like it was champagne.
...slipped them shoes back on her feet and dispersed smiling-wide as she left the coolness of the wet, artificial rain. Smartest girl in town. What is street photography? A reflection of every day life – real, unaltered impressions of public places, places that everybody visits every day, the street where you live, the parking lot of your favorite grocery store, the subway. Street photographers document the truth and take candid pictures of things that you don't notice in your daily grind. Street photography involves attention to detail. The photographer pays attention to scenes, moments that you only recognize subconsciously. The camera is an unobtrusive extension of the eye in any given situation. Oftentimes, street photographers take pictures they feel; the photographer happens to be there and captures the mood in a fraction of a second. He freezes a moment that you will forget in the same amount of time... -Markus Hartel, Street Photographer
Walk'n down the road. "Hey! What you talk'n 'bout? I don't wear no uniform! I'm my own man! I walk down dis Avenue wi't my own two feet. I goes wherever I please. I'm one'a duh Broderick Boys.......don't you know?......Yeah, the li'l street terrorist gang-o-Wes Sac who almose kilt a man. Yeah, weeze bored dat day, walk'n 'long dem railroad tracks wit nut'n to do but fine a li'l trouble to fulfill our angry-boy needs wit. So, we sees a train roll'n down da track. Weeze so powerful n scary look'n dat duh engineer put on dah breaks & weeze stopp'n him in his tracks, coaxed 'im out to be beat half tuh def. Huh?....... What of it?..... What you say?....... Don't be mess'in wi't me....girl!" On April 16th, a group of people stood on the train tracks in the direct path of an Amtrak train approaching the I Street Bridge over the Sacramento River, throwing rocks at the engineer. The engineer should have kept going, but instead, stopped the train. Lloyd Billingsley tells the story at Frontpage Magazine:
This didn’t hit the news except for a couple of articles at the Sacbee. It was the Broderick Boys, “a criminal street gang under a court injunction by Yolo County District Attorney Jeff Reisig, who calls the gang “domestic terrorists.” (Billingsley, 2007) But the PC media frames the injunction against this group as a
racist policy that is unwarranted, conveniently eliminating any mention
of the Amtrak train incident, turning the Broderick boys into a group
of victims instead of a group of cruel assailants: (Read more here)
August 26 Film makers unite. Sacramento Film Festival Crest Theatre puts on a 10 X 10 Filmmaker Challenge, which gives directors 10 days to shoot 10-minute short films. ..Gatita Jazzabelle performs @ the MOULIN ROUGE in Paris, France10 X 10 Filmmaker Challenge, which gives directors 10 days to shoot 10-minute short films. Saw the above portion of the Sacramento Film Festival last week and happily watched someone whom invited me to the occasion act in one of the shorts. Sean, Co-owner of Midtown furniture, was featured in a black and white film that faired VERY well. It was a fun showing because curious art-loving patrons like myself were able to vote films up or down. Just a few picts taken the 10x10 evening.
Special performance by Jazzabelle Gatita! That little kittinskie , Jazzabelle can DANCE!!! Make's one feel as though they're located at the MOULIN ROUGE in Paris, France. MOULIN ROUGE (Official Site) Reservation/Booking (info. link here)
More Crest pictures here (link) click the (link) Thanks for peeking -jj Post Script: Check out the color match up of Gatita, Jazzabelle and the glowing lights of the Crest. They match up perfectly! This came to me as a happy surprise.....as I had no intention to make such a colorful combination appear. See......some things just manifest themselves and are meant to be. I know this.... Hope you get IT too.... We must love and protect each other and grow..... ....more often..... like..... .....Everyday! Be pure and have plenty of playful times. >^..^< The proof is in this pussy folks......and..... just goes to show you how powerful a precious, beloved, pussy really can be. {Personal thanks to the universe for bringing Jazzabelle into my reality. Hey! Jazzabelle's been introduced into your reality too.....(HAH!........Got YA!)} August 25 My Last Duchess............I'm up early again today, listening to the quite, still, morning, while happily sampling a ration of left-over homemade potato salad. (Thank you, Mom!) Recalling last evening's dinner fair, and time shared with my mother and her good friend, J. Menu: Grilled Alaskan salmon, seasoned with fresh basil, minced garlic, S&P, lemon & butter alongside grilled sweet corn and a variety of hand-picked, orange and red and yellow tomatoes interspersed with cucumber wedges and my mom's homemade potato salad. Not to forget wine and a new, refreshing drink my mom aptly named a 'Lemonita'. -Margarita's sister. The subject of conversation turned to this posed question, "Do we really own ourselves?" Voices opted around the table and thoughtful opinions were shared while my mother excused herself from the dinner table, and came back with two large books in her hands. She looked up a poem (which skips my mind at the moment) written about one man's life in 1945. The prose began with a man being born and numbers like 78528-45-67 assigned to his flesh in life. (I'll recall it later and share with you.) But...."Do you really own you?" Then................my mom looked up a poem, My Last Duchess, as she had seen a French made film, 'My Last Mistress' critiqued in the local entertainment section and it reminded her of the following poetry. And........what was even nicer than being exposed to such fine words of mankind, was the kind and precise way my mom read this piece aloud. (Thank you, mom!) Here's the poem my mother read: My
Last Duchess Note: Can you just imagine how vibrant and beautiful and lovingly alive and aware the Duchess was? -What a jealous, shallow, callous, self-serving man. Thanks for your time, and take care of everything that matters to you today. -Silently bless all those whom enter your day. See what will happen in your life if you do. -This simple, silent, act of love and goodness will take you to new levels.. -----Do it! Really do it!.............. you shall see....... -jenj ...........Post Script: I'm going back to bed now......feeling so pleased I can relocate my body into sleep-mode and rest my head upon a pillow. (Thank you, Universe. -Good morning and good night to you)
August 24 Disco Dancing Gatito. Disco dancing gatitas!!! Mikiegato, dances freely. Creemeowserz, rocks on. jenj, translates universal inner visions into a joyful jubulant cat illustration......Mikiemeow and Catree, gatita's ROCK.!!!!Disco dancing gatito Artist's Notation: digital illustration using Adobe illustrator 10 (Note:I had to use a 'funky' electronic mouse to draw with; - I normally use a Wacom Pen & pallet as I enjoy an implement in my hand.) My inspiration for this piece unveiled itself this morning after I was thinking about the "let's get physical and sporty" group of artist friends I was with last evening. Our original intention was to dance, and dance we did.....in a warm,well-lit pool. We shared parts of our lives, present and past and swimming and playing around in a colorful, salt water pool until twelve midnight! The pool blazed a multitude of colorful light as we/ I peered up into the dark night sky, the stars twinkled and winked back at us respectively through the flickering fingers of tropical palm tree fronds. YES! Thank you, Mikie.....thank you, Cree.....We are... (were last evening) ....sassy, self-confident women swimming in the open salt water sea of all opportunities. I'm grateful.....thank you universe!.......-jenj Jennifer Productions © 2008 All rights reserved. Click on illustrated thumbnail below to enlarge. August 22 What's up in the air?..Broken soles?...Broken souls?..Brand name shoes?..Below the lines that criss cross heaven broken souls gather that don't comply with our societal way. I hold on tight to my fine place & flesh in the now. Could this be you someday?Introduction: Life on the street amongst people whom live without. Location: North B Street Sacramento, CA near a charitable facility that helps take care of the needy. What's up in the sky? 
Broken soles ?
New beginnings ?
Tangled pathways with dangling thoughts...
...Sliding down the wire in lost translation?
Carrying the burden of life heavy on their backs with soft new shoes to lighten their load Traveling lines of abandoned time walking alone flying solo like a bird like a plane Crossing the paths and walking fine lines that twine us all together as one.
Below the lines that criss cross heaven, broken soul's gather with no compliance to common man's rules. As I travel securely within my car, I'm transported curiously amongst real-time people. (my 'entertainment' for today). I hold on tight to my spirit & flesh ..........as I know it could easily be taken away. I'm thankful and grateful to be in-the-now, and in-the-moment, living a 'sane', sumptuous life-style. Sometimes I see myself in 'them'........ - some how becoming part of the people-of-the-street. Please folks, walk with the knowledge that we are never knowing what the future may bring. ....as not all homeless and down-and-out citizens choose to live their life this way. One loose circuit (brain malfunction) or chemical imbalance, or over-whelming crisis, or a blow on the head, or a car accident, or senility, or giving up, and living life with no care, could bring you/me..... here/there. Hey, I don't mean to be a downer......but......think about it..........you better love life....including yourself .....TODAYj!... and cherish your family now! Enjoy your spirit today and share it with others. I do. You do the same. Please........ -jj Thanks for your time. Post Script Summary: It is a tradition for folks that are fed new shoes from this charitable facility to flip up there fuddy-duddy old shoes and see they find a place to flow in the wind alongside there fellow sole-mates and commune together swinging in unison across a friendly & welcoming span of lengthy local electrical wires. Here is Stevie Wonder tune I love : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIE6unjkXmc {Thank you, Stevie W.!} |
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