I've never heard of him and he took some of those photos nearly in my back yard! He lives close to an hour's drive to me. I really like his infrared stuff.
Epona, maybe you need to repair some of your backyard fences? ;o) Looks like you're not totally protected against snoopy paparazzi with hi-tech equipment...
John Lehet said... "I've never even heard of epona...."
Well, looks like SHE heard of your infrared photos and likes them.
If I inform you that Epona is the celtic goddess dedicated to horses, maybe you'll become curious? ;-) Don't forget the fate that awaited Actaeon, though. Disturbing ancient goddesses in their privacy is a risky hobby.
Just horsing around! :-D I see quite enough goddesses on Domai.com, and it's risk-free.
P.S.: For lack of an image of Bart Simpson's schoolteacher bathing in the woods, I've put your crabapple photo up as my new desktop wallpaper. But it doesn't quite feel the same as if her name was Edna...
I have the curiosity of a 3 year old child, which is part of what helps me as a photographer.
I've publicly declared myself as not-snoopy though. And in fact respect for people's privacy is what limits me to exposing and publishing the images that do go online on my site. I've put a few innocent bystanders up when their presence has really made an image worthwhile, but I always think, "what about that kid..."
"what about the kid" above refers to wondering about a kid just standing around in a photo I made, who might end up teased in school or who just wouldn't want that particular expression published.
John Lehet said... "I have the curiosity of a 3 year old child, which is part of what helps me as a photographer." It's near-impossible not to find a 3 year old child's curiosity cute. I should know, I have one at home. :-) Have you seen that scene on the beach, at the beginning of Lilo and Stitch, where little Lilo reveals her passion for photography? You have the the eye of a poet. Your attitude is definitely the right one, perhaps the best there is. Too bad today's society tends to become so paranoid sometimes, and see the hommage of a photo as systematic agression.
"How big is the sky, anyway? Are we there yet?" As the classic joke would go: "Quit asking and keep flying!" That's why you have those wings, right?
signalroom said... come on anonymous, can't you see a berry on the frosty limb?
You appear aggravated. I'm in agreement with no-name. At first glance it looks abstact, even looking a second time it's difficult to tell what it is? Not much of a photograph.
I can assume we all knew I wasn't being literal here about my backyard! I saw that one of his photos was taken in Sharon, VT and I used to live in that town. I live a couple towns over now. My fences are all in pretty good repair for the most part ;o) My horse hasn't knocked anything over in a long time! I think he is getting mellow now that he is nearly 18. I
don't see anything wrong with Pascal's comment about my fences needing repair. I thought it was funny, btw.
I like to keep an eye out for the local artists, so that is why I was surprised I hadn't heard John's name. I've lived in the Central VT area for 20 yrs or so. I guess I am not as up on the local scene as I thought! Being a photographer myself, I usually like to see what other local photographers are putting out for work. I am not up to selling anything myself, but I do like to see what others are doing in my area.
John, I drive up that way to go to Woodstock. Better than going the Route 4 way off of I89. I used to live up Route 132 in 1996. I saw some of the pics on your site. I was trying to figure out where in Sharon they were taken. Really nice!
I've only done 35mm B&W in college and digital the last few years. Not much in between but travel shots and snapshots. Nothing worth calling art anyway. I only got back to it seriously when I got the digital SLR. I got my BA in Art in '89, but then joined "the real world" so to speak. Oh well. I'm trying to get back on that horse anyway, Nice to find someone near home in this cyberspace, eh?
Anonymous said... "You're not funny. You are not even close." Well, I'm not offended either. I'm not even close.
Epona and John Lehet clearly have no objection about my modest humour, and they're confident adults who can speak for themselves. They even have a name! ;-) Nobody's ordering you to laugh, you know. I'm very well aware that no humour can hope to amuse everybody. And you know why? Because "Everybody's a critic", so he doesn't laugh easily. (Now, that was funny!)
John Lehet said... "I built a great house, had goats and chickens, two kids, a beautiful garden, and a bad marriage." Hey, its okay, man. You can't excell at everything. ;-)
don't see anything wrong with Pascal's comment about my fences needing repair. I thought it was funny, btw.
Epona, He claims to be a MD but I wonder about that because he is always trying to amuse someone. If he did that in the United States (cracking endless jokes) he wouldn't be a physician long. They have strict codes they go by. I wouldn't think he'd find such humor in a hospital filled with ailing people and serious operations and such. Maybe he needs to work in a comedy club when he IS NOT practicing medicine?
"Laughter makes life longer, and increases red blood cells." -- (Ancient medical maxim) Optimism greatly improves the chances of overcoming cancer. Fact. Laughter helps digestion, facilitates toxin elimination, lowers blood pressure, improves circulation and cell oxygenation, boosts the immune system, and speeds up recovery. It also acts as a great painkiller. Endorphins...
There's a place for medicine, and a place for joking. And there's room for both in one's life. I'm quite serious about medical matters and people's suffering, FYI. That doesn't mean I must vow to never have fun in other circumstances. See if I fool around in posts like "Bob Carlos Clarke" --in the blog's archives for July 2006--, or mock Terry in the recent discussion on "Loneliness" (last December). Not that I expect you to bother and go look at them...
"I wouldn't think he'd find such humor in a hospital filled with ailing people and serious operations and such." You've never heard about the philosophy of jewish humour either, I suppose? I'll bet you have no idea what it's like to grow up in Lebanon and maintain your sanity. Reacting to hardship otherwise than by whining is a strength of character that seems beyond your comprehension. Saint Jean-Baptiste de la Salle demanded that the children noisily playing outside his window not be silenced when he was on his death bed : they didn't bother him, he wanted to hear their joyous laughter till the very end. And so he did.
I'm not having the Patch Adams discussion again with sourpusses who think they can figure people out in two minutes. Your hobby is to judge those who differ from your rigid standards. Guys like you would only see in Albert Einstein a badly combed weirdo who didn't wear socks, describe Mozart as a foul-mouthed social misfit, and drive Alan Turing to suicide because he was gay. ):-P
"It has been my experience that folks who have no vices have very few virtues." -Abraham Lincoln
John, I won't live anywhere else, given a choice anyway. Maybe if I had to, I might live in Colorado, but my soul is here in VT. There is something magical about this place in spite of the woodchucks and trailer trash hiding in the woods. It is strange, I know, but even NH, MA, and NY, as close as they are to here, they are distinctly different. I know it when I've crossed the borders, even the vague border of West Lebanon that I cross every week. Hey, what do you think of that Pascal? A town near here named after your country! Anyway, it is certainly my home and I intend to stay here. When I got divorced this past year (#2 unfortunately), I fought to keep the house so I could stay here.
I do know of those trees by Hunington Farms! This fall, I was taking photos with my new beau and we were down the road a bit on Strafford road from Tunbridge. We were up that brook there going for early foliage shots. We found a starving kitten there that someone had dumped. How could I leave her? I didn't get any decent photos, but a great new pet.
I'm downloading the new PSCS3 right now. I just got a new MacBook Pro and even though the PSCS2 runs fine on it I am curious to see how the CS3 runs since it is Intel native. Have you tried it yet?
"They'd never get through it all without lots of graveyard humor." Isn't that the spirit of that new popular series, "Scrubs"? Looks to me like a direct response to ER's constant drama.
I've NEVER watched ER. I watch TV to forget about work! ;-)
Actually, I only recall one occasion of "graveyard" humor so far. The only patient in intensive care, an unconscious terminal heart case, had kept us up all night, and finally deceased around dawn. I watched the nurses prepare the corpse, because I had never seen it done before. One guy suddenly talked to the patient as if he were still alive : "Hey, you behave now, this isn't easy!" I caught a fit of nervous laughter. I kept telling myself that I should be ashamed, but my body just wouldn't listen. It was a safety valve process. I guess you can't imagine how it is if you haven't lived it.
"even the vague border of West Lebanon that I cross every week. Hey, what do you think of that Pascal?" I think I couldn't mistake the two : the western border of middle-eastern Lebanon is exclusively made of sea! I thought Lebanon was the geographic center of the USA, in Kansas? (Which sounds very symbolic...)
The USA also have a Cairo near the very long river (but it's not the Nile). And lots of other cosmopolitic names. But there's better elsewhere : in Germany, there's actually a village named "Fucking". American tourists love to visit it, for some mysterious reason. Now, France, they have a club for "villages with rude or funny names". But don't ask me to translate Montcuq, Conas, or Conchy-les-Pots!
"I didn't get any decent photos, but a great new pet." Which is far more than just "decent". My own cat is the most loyal and loving friend one could hope for. He's a pure-breed alleycat. :-)
Did you know that "pet" in French means a fart? Man, I love improving this blog's cultural level! ;-)
john and epona: I LOVE that section of Vermont. I grew up further north, near Jay Peak where I skiied as a kid.
There is certainly something special about Vermont, part of my soul is there still, on a farm with horses. We tapped for maple syrup every year, skiied every winter, fires in the fireplace, huge gardens in the summer. Alas, a beautiful farm, but my parent's bad marriage . . . . . Still, a place stays with one.
Ah yes, the Northeast Kingdom! Nice place Laurie. I lived in St. Johnsbury from the end of kindergarten to I think around the beginning of 2nd grade. Right near the Fairbanks Museum.
Pascal, we have Lebanon and West Lebanon in New Hampshire, a mere 1/2hour's drive from my home. No ocean near that town! Just a lot of strip malls for shopping with no tax on the goods. That's why we all go there to shop! But, they get us on the big stuff coming back. You buy your car there, you pay your taxes to VT when you register it. Oh well. There are a lot of towns with odd names in this country isn't there!
Je peux parler Français un peut. J'ai des livres avec des mots on n'apprend pas à l'école. Je comprend "pet".
Man, I love improving this blog's cultural level! ;-)
Same old song and dance with you Pascal. I wonder if you really are an MD? I seriously doubt it. And laughing at someone's corspe being zipped up in a body bag isn't funny. Anf IF you really are an MD how can you spend all this time on a blog? Explain this one Unfunny Man.
Sorry Mr(?) Anonymous. I've decided not to waste any more of my time answering rude people who don't have the basic politeness of signing with at least a random alias. Or putting quoted text in quotes, either! Haven't you read the blogmaster's civil requests on top of the main page?
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I find his work exquisite. Thanks Eolake for sharing. There is a spaciousness and sense
of the eternal in every one of his photos.
I'd be curious to see how he'd photograph the human face, with
that sense of beauty and mystery.
What is this thing?
come on anonymous, can't you see a berry on the frosty limb?
Check out the link Eolake provided for some of his other photos. It's gorgeous stuff.
I've never heard of him and he took some of those photos nearly in my back yard! He lives close to an hour's drive to me. I really like his infrared stuff.
Epona, maybe you need to repair some of your backyard fences? ;o)
Looks like you're not totally protected against snoopy paparazzi with hi-tech equipment...
John Lehet said...
"I've never even heard of epona...."
Well, looks like SHE heard of your infrared photos and likes them.
If I inform you that Epona is the celtic goddess dedicated to horses, maybe you'll become curious? ;-)
Don't forget the fate that awaited Actaeon, though. Disturbing ancient goddesses in their privacy is a risky hobby.
Just horsing around! :-D
I see quite enough goddesses on Domai.com, and it's risk-free.
P.S.: For lack of an image of Bart Simpson's schoolteacher bathing in the woods, I've put your crabapple photo up as my new desktop wallpaper. But it doesn't quite feel the same as if her name was Edna...
> maybe you'll become curious?
I have the curiosity of a 3 year old child, which is part of what helps me as a photographer.
I've publicly declared myself as not-snoopy though. And in fact respect for people's privacy is what limits me to exposing and publishing the images that do go online on my site. I've put a few innocent bystanders up when their presence has really made an image worthwhile, but I always think, "what about that kid..."
"what about the kid" above refers to wondering about a kid just standing around in a photo I made, who might end up teased in school or who just wouldn't want that particular expression published.
How big is the sky, anyway? Are we there yet?
John Lehet said...
"I have the curiosity of a 3 year old child, which is part of what helps me as a photographer."
It's near-impossible not to find a 3 year old child's curiosity cute. I should know, I have one at home.
:-)
Have you seen that scene on the beach, at the beginning of Lilo and Stitch, where little Lilo reveals her passion for photography?
You have the the eye of a poet. Your attitude is definitely the right one, perhaps the best there is. Too bad today's society tends to become so paranoid sometimes, and see the hommage of a photo as systematic agression.
"How big is the sky, anyway? Are we there yet?"
As the classic joke would go: "Quit asking and keep flying!"
That's why you have those wings, right?
Too bad today's society tends to become so paranoid sometimes, and see the hommage of a photo as systematic agression.
There are often hidden messages in photos. You must look beyond the color and see the "root."
signalroom said...
come on anonymous, can't you see a berry on the frosty limb?
You appear aggravated. I'm in agreement with no-name. At first glance it looks abstact, even looking a second time it's difficult to tell what it is?
Not much of a photograph.
Pascal said...
Epona, maybe you need to repair some of your backyard fences? ;o)
You're not funny. You are not even close.
>At first glance it looks abstact, even looking a second >time it's difficult to tell what it is?
Thank you. Good that you looked harder. Success.
Anon, did you click on the picture to get a larger version_
I can assume we all knew I wasn't being literal here about my backyard! I saw that one of his photos was taken in Sharon, VT and I used to live in that town. I live a couple towns over now. My fences are all in pretty good repair for the most part ;o) My horse hasn't knocked anything over in a long time! I think he is getting mellow now that he is nearly 18. I
don't see anything wrong with Pascal's comment about my fences needing repair. I thought it was funny, btw.
I like to keep an eye out for the local artists, so that is why I was surprised I hadn't heard John's name. I've lived in the Central VT area for 20 yrs or so. I guess I am not as up on the local scene as I thought! Being a photographer myself, I usually like to see what other local photographers are putting out for work. I am not up to selling anything myself, but I do like to see what others are doing in my area.
John,
I drive up that way to go to Woodstock. Better than going the Route 4 way off of I89. I used to live up Route 132 in 1996. I saw some of the pics on your site. I was trying to figure out where in Sharon they were taken. Really nice!
I've only done 35mm B&W in college and digital the last few years. Not much in between but travel shots and snapshots. Nothing worth calling art anyway. I only got back to it seriously when I got the digital SLR. I got my BA in Art in '89, but then joined "the real world" so to speak. Oh well. I'm trying to get back on that horse anyway, Nice to find someone near home in this cyberspace, eh?
Anonymous said...
"You're not funny. You are not even close."
Well, I'm not offended either. I'm not even close.
Epona and John Lehet clearly have no objection about my modest humour, and they're confident adults who can speak for themselves. They even have a name! ;-)
Nobody's ordering you to laugh, you know. I'm very well aware that no humour can hope to amuse everybody. And you know why? Because "Everybody's a critic", so he doesn't laugh easily.
(Now, that was funny!)
John Lehet said...
"I built a great house, had goats and chickens, two kids, a beautiful garden, and a bad marriage."
Hey, its okay, man. You can't excell at everything. ;-)
don't see anything wrong with Pascal's comment about my fences needing repair. I thought it was funny, btw.
Epona,
He claims to be a MD but I wonder about that because he is always trying to amuse someone. If he did that in the United States (cracking endless jokes) he wouldn't be a physician long. They have strict codes they go by.
I wouldn't think he'd find such humor in a hospital filled with ailing people and serious operations and such.
Maybe he needs to work in a comedy club when he IS NOT practicing medicine?
Indiglo,
I'd rather have a doctor with a good sense of humor who made me laugh. Laughter is a good part of healing, after all.
"Laughter makes life longer, and increases red blood cells." -- (Ancient medical maxim)
Optimism greatly improves the chances of overcoming cancer. Fact. Laughter helps digestion, facilitates toxin elimination, lowers blood pressure, improves circulation and cell oxygenation, boosts the immune system, and speeds up recovery.
It also acts as a great painkiller. Endorphins...
There's a place for medicine, and a place for joking. And there's room for both in one's life.
I'm quite serious about medical matters and people's suffering, FYI. That doesn't mean I must vow to never have fun in other circumstances. See if I fool around in posts like "Bob Carlos Clarke" --in the blog's archives for July 2006--, or mock Terry in the recent discussion on "Loneliness" (last December). Not that I expect you to bother and go look at them...
"I wouldn't think he'd find such humor in a hospital filled with ailing people and serious operations and such."
You've never heard about the philosophy of jewish humour either, I suppose? I'll bet you have no idea what it's like to grow up in Lebanon and maintain your sanity. Reacting to hardship otherwise than by whining is a strength of character that seems beyond your comprehension.
Saint Jean-Baptiste de la Salle demanded that the children noisily playing outside his window not be silenced when he was on his death bed : they didn't bother him, he wanted to hear their joyous laughter till the very end. And so he did.
I'm not having the Patch Adams discussion again with sourpusses who think they can figure people out in two minutes. Your hobby is to judge those who differ from your rigid standards. Guys like you would only see in Albert Einstein a badly combed weirdo who didn't wear socks, describe Mozart as a foul-mouthed social misfit, and drive Alan Turing to suicide because he was gay. ):-P
"It has been my experience that folks who have no vices have very few virtues." -Abraham Lincoln
That's true. My ex is a nurse, and she tells me that the more dramatic the department in a hospital, the more prevalent the humor.
John,
I won't live anywhere else, given a choice anyway. Maybe if I had to, I might live in Colorado, but my soul is here in VT. There is something magical about this place in spite of the woodchucks and trailer trash hiding in the woods. It is strange, I know, but even NH, MA, and NY, as close as they are to here, they are distinctly different. I know it when I've crossed the borders, even the vague border of West Lebanon that I cross every week. Hey, what do you think of that Pascal? A town near here named after your country! Anyway, it is certainly my home and I intend to stay here. When I got divorced this past year (#2 unfortunately), I fought to keep the house so I could stay here.
I do know of those trees by Hunington Farms! This fall, I was taking photos with my new beau and we were down the road a bit on Strafford road from Tunbridge. We were up that brook there going for early foliage shots. We found a starving kitten there that someone had dumped. How could I leave her? I didn't get any decent photos, but a great new pet.
I'm downloading the new PSCS3 right now. I just got a new MacBook Pro and even though the PSCS2 runs fine on it I am curious to see how the CS3 runs since it is Intel native. Have you tried it yet?
"They'd never get through it all without lots of graveyard humor."
Isn't that the spirit of that new popular series, "Scrubs"? Looks to me like a direct response to ER's constant drama.
I've NEVER watched ER. I watch TV to forget about work! ;-)
Actually, I only recall one occasion of "graveyard" humor so far. The only patient in intensive care, an unconscious terminal heart case, had kept us up all night, and finally deceased around dawn. I watched the nurses prepare the corpse, because I had never seen it done before. One guy suddenly talked to the patient as if he were still alive : "Hey, you behave now, this isn't easy!"
I caught a fit of nervous laughter. I kept telling myself that I should be ashamed, but my body just wouldn't listen. It was a safety valve process.
I guess you can't imagine how it is if you haven't lived it.
"even the vague border of West Lebanon that I cross every week. Hey, what do you think of that Pascal?"
I think I couldn't mistake the two : the western border of middle-eastern Lebanon is exclusively made of sea! I thought Lebanon was the geographic center of the USA, in Kansas? (Which sounds very symbolic...)
The USA also have a Cairo near the very long river (but it's not the Nile). And lots of other cosmopolitic names. But there's better elsewhere : in Germany, there's actually a village named "Fucking". American tourists love to visit it, for some mysterious reason.
Now, France, they have a club for "villages with rude or funny names". But don't ask me to translate Montcuq, Conas, or Conchy-les-Pots!
"I didn't get any decent photos, but a great new pet."
Which is far more than just "decent". My own cat is the most loyal and loving friend one could hope for. He's a pure-breed alleycat. :-)
Did you know that "pet" in French means a fart?
Man, I love improving this blog's cultural level! ;-)
john and epona: I LOVE that section of Vermont. I grew up further north, near Jay Peak where I skiied as a kid.
There is certainly something special about Vermont, part of my soul is there still, on a farm with horses. We tapped for maple syrup every year, skiied every winter, fires in the fireplace, huge gardens in the summer. Alas, a beautiful farm, but my parent's bad marriage . . . . . Still, a place stays with one.
Laurie
Ah yes, the Northeast Kingdom! Nice place Laurie. I lived in St. Johnsbury from the end of kindergarten to I think around the beginning of 2nd grade. Right near the Fairbanks Museum.
Pascal, we have Lebanon and West Lebanon in New Hampshire, a mere 1/2hour's drive from my home. No ocean near that town! Just a lot of strip malls for shopping with no tax on the goods. That's why we all go there to shop! But, they get us on the big stuff coming back. You buy your car there, you pay your taxes to VT when you register it. Oh well. There are a lot of towns with odd names in this country isn't there!
Je peux parler Français un peut. J'ai des livres avec des mots on n'apprend pas à l'école. Je comprend "pet".
Man, I love improving this blog's cultural level! ;-)
Same old song and dance with you Pascal. I wonder if you really are an MD? I seriously doubt it. And laughing at someone's corspe being zipped up in a body bag isn't funny.
Anf IF you really are an MD how can you spend all this time on a blog? Explain this one Unfunny Man.
Sorry Mr(?) Anonymous. I've decided not to waste any more of my time answering rude people who don't have the basic politeness of signing with at least a random alias. Or putting quoted text in quotes, either! Haven't you read the blogmaster's civil requests on top of the main page?
I LOVE the photo!! Love, love, love it!!
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