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In Memorium: Life, Death and Leaves (October Re-run)

It’s  October again.  Sadly, I have nothing to add to the tribute of a month that is simultaneously my most favorite and most un-favorite of seasons.  I present, therefore, a rerun form two years ago while I contemplate creating some new content.

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower”–Albert Camus

Lest the general levity of this blog give you a false impression of my worldview, let me state that sometimes life sucks.  For the most part, I use humor and satire as a defense and an escape, a diversion if you will.   This has been an incredibly bittersweet week; I have never experienced anything remotely like it.   My last post was Freshly Pressed–perhaps the ultimate honor for a WordPress blogger.  Yet while this was going on, three people I know died.  They were an 82-year-old uncle whose death had been anticipated, a 58-year-old work colleague whose demise was an unexpected shock, and most tragically, the 29-year-old son of one of my poker buddies whose death from illness had been feared for some time.

If you will permit me then, a tribute to these lost souls with the only piece of poetry I ever wrote which I would deem publishable.  It’s well over 35-years old–the sort of thing one could only write in one’s youth.

The Leaves

Words ©1976, 2012  Mark Sackler

Sit and look at the leaves,

Amber arms descending from October’s trees.

Covering delicate grasses,

sweeping the highway,

bedding the rain,

Solemn songs to life departed,

Sit and look at the leaves.

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Photo Op #7–Halloweirdos

“I haven’t seen my analyst in 200 years.  If I had been going all this time, I’d probably be cured by now.”–Woody Allen, as Miles Monroe, in Sleeper.

“We should have had sex, but there weren’t enough people.”–Diane Keaton, as Luna Schlosser, in Sleeper.

Halloween does bring out the weirdos.  In this case me, emulating one of my favorite personages to quote, and my better half.  The characters are from the Woody Allen 1973 classic, Sleeper, which in my estimation is one of the funniest movies ever made.  His comic genius reached an apex with great gags, including the orb, the orgasmatron and the discovery of a 200 year old Volkswagen Beetle that started up on the first try.

We'll get stoned with the orb.  We would have brought the orgasmatron to the party but it wouldn't fit in the car.

We’ll get stoned with the orb. We would have brought the orgasmatron, but it wouldn’t fit in the car.

Gimme that!

Gimme that!  (Don’t we look just like Diane and Woody?)

The original orgsasmatron.  Woohoo!

The original orgsasmatron. Woohoo!

The original Woody!

The original Woody!

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Photo Op #6: The U.S. Open

“This taught me a lesson, but I’m not quite sure what it is.”–John McEnroe

“I smile a lot, I win a lot, and I’m really sexy.”–Serena Williams

My golf AND tennis games feel like this sometimes.

My golf AND tennis games feel like this sometimes.

Check off another bucket list item.  I finally spent a day at the U.S. Open tennis championship, on Tuesday, September 3.  It taught me a couple of things, and unlike John McEnroe, it think I know what they are.

The first is, what in the world was I waiting for?  I should have done this years ago, considering I live only about 65 miles (or 100km) from the Billie Jean King Tennis Center.  The second?  If’ I’m going to take pictures, maybe I should bring something more advanced than my iPhone 4.  Yes, I actually am considering the upgrade to the 5S based on the reviews I’ve read of the camera.  In spite of my previous post, I’m betting I can’t  get any more distracted than I already am.  Take a look at the following images and then take the poll to provide me with your opinion of what I should do for a camera if I go next year.  Oh, as far as the question of Serena being sexy, we’ll keep those opinions to ourselves.

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The view from my seat from the loge in Ashe Stadium. The iPhone 4 picture only makes it look like nose bleed territory.

The view from my seat from the loge in Ashe Stadium. The iPhone 4 picture only makes it look like nose bleed territory.

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THE DRAW

THE DRAW

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The top seeded women's doubles team of Errani and Vinci going about their business.

The top seeded women’s doubles team of Errani and Vinci going about their business.

OK.   So now, tell me what I should do for capturing images if I go to open next year.

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Photo Op #4: Take Me Out to the Ball Game

“You don’t realize how easy this game is until you get up in that broadcasting booth.” — Mickey Mantle

A view from above.

A view from above.

Date:   May 4, 2013

Place:  Television Broadcast Booth, Minute Maid Park, Houston, Texas.

Occasion:  A visit with longtime Houston Astros TV play-by-play announcer, Bill Brown, on the occasion of the 38th anniversary of Houston Astro Bob Watson scoring Major League Baseball’s 1 millionth run, May 4, 1975.

Explanation:  If you need one, you haven’t been following this blog.   Bill Brown’s memoir, My Baseball Journey, has a chapter on the one millionth run and mentions my roll in its promotion.   Of course, the Astros were playing in the Astrodome in that era, and the millionth run wasn’t even scored there.  They were on the road at the old Candlestick  Park in San Fransisco.   But this is about as close as I will ever come.   Special thanks to Tim Gregg for his role as co-author of the book, and for arranging my visit with Bill.  

Me with Bill Brown.  I'm the funny looking one in the red shirt.

Me with Bill Brown just before game time. I’m the funny looking one in the red shirt.

Enough of this self-serving fluff.  Now on to different self-serving fluff.

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Cosmic Quote #21

“What do I do in the winter when there is no baseball?  I look out the window and wait for spring.”–Rogers Hornsby

I have previously posted this picture.    This is how I feel when spring has finally sprung. (That’s not me in the picture, I have no idea who it is.  My camera timing was just perfect, and more than a bit lucky.)

Pura Vida.  A beach near Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica.January, 2008.   Copyright Mark Sackler, 2008.

Pura Vida.  Copyright Mark Sackler, 2008.

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In Memoriam: Mary Ruth “U.V.” Ray

mary ruth rayMary Ruth Ray (Aka”U.V”; Aka “Vi”) died Tuesday, January 29 at age 56 after a three year battle with cancer.  She was a world class viola player,  a founding member of the Lydian String Quartet and an artist in residence at Brandeis University for more than 3 decades.  Others knew her better and longer than me,  but she was a friend and a follower of this blog.  I refer you to her biography page on the Brandeis University web site, and obituary in the Boston Globe.   The list of recordings and Grammy nominations is particularly impressive.  One blogger described her playing as demonstrative of quiet excellence; that describes her perfectly as a human being as well.

I am not one for eulogies and she did not want any.  I will close with an expression of deepest sympathy to her family, friends and professional colleagues, and a repeat of a past memorial post from last fall that was one her favorites from this blog.  I have lost too many friends and family this year,  and now another bright light has gone out.

In Memoriam: Life, Death and Leaves

  (originally posted Sept 29,, 2012)

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower”–Albert Camus

It has been a difficult week as three people I know died.  They were an 82-year-old uncle whose death had been anticipated, a 59-year-old work colleague whose demise was an unexpected shock, and most tragically, the 29-year-old son of one of my poker buddies whose death from illness had been feared for some time.

Here is an elegy to these lost souls with the only piece of poetry I ever wrote which I would deem appropriate.  It’s well over 35-years old–the sort of thing one could only write in one’s youth.

The Leaves

Words ©1976, 2012  Mark Sackler

Sit and look at the leaves,

Amber arms descending from October’s trees.

Covering delicate grasses,

sweeping the highway,

bedding the rain,

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Solemn songs to life departed,

Sit and look at the leaves.

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Winter rerun: This is Not a Pipe

While I’m out photographing the Spanish countryside today, here’s an apropos rerun of one of my back posts.  What else can I say–other than “this is not a blog?”  

“I am two with nature.”–Woody Allen

This is not a pipe

The Treachery of Images, by Rene Magritte, 1928-29
Ceci n’est pas une pipe. This is not a pipe.

René Magritte’s message is rather unambiguous.  An image of a “thing” is not the thing itself.  But don’t worry, I’m not headed toward a heavy ontological discussion here.  I have a simple question which, believe it or not, my overly opinionated philosophical mind has virtually no idea how to answer.   Maybe one of you out there can help.

I love nature photography.  Flowers, birds, wildlife, oceans, lakes, clouds, mountains, landscapes–you name it, I like looking at these images and they are my favorite to photograph.  Good grief, I’ve even photographed mud puddles and insects.  And yet I am not, by any stretch of the imagination, what one would call a nature lover.  I hate gardening and yard work.  I won’t even mow my own lawn as I am allergic to grass pollen. I haven’t been camping in 30 years and only rarely go hiking.  I do spend a good bit of time outdoors, but this is almost entirely involved with playing or watching sports.  It seems that I prefer a well framed image of nature to the actual experience of nature itself.  And to add to the conundrum, this only applies to photographic images.  My preferences in other visual arts tends towards styles or schools–Surrealist (Miró), Social Realist (Hopper), Post-impressionist (Seurat, Rousseau, Van Gogh), Geometric Abstraction (Klee, Mondrian).  (Here is a link to my favorite contemporary artist, Yanick Lapuh.)

I have only just realized this–and really have no strong ideas about why this should be.  A preference for a well-composed image?  Remnants from a childhood anxiety of physical reality?  Or, like Woody, am I just at two with nature?   All you amateur psychologists please provide your opinions by email, snail mail, or pony express.  (Comments herein are OK, too)

Below, three of my personal favorite landscape photographs from my own travels, as well as a couple of representative pieces by Monsieur Lapuh.

(Click on images for full size)

Sideways tree

Sideways Tree. Looking out from the Great Wall of China. Copyright 2006, Mark Sackler

coastline

Costa Rica Coastline. Copyright 2008, Mark Sackler

Loch

A Scottish Loch. Copyright 2010 Mark Sackler

Objection Your Honer, Yanick Lapuh, 1993

Envisioned Solution, Yanick Lapuh, 2006

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Photo Op#2: Storm Damage

 “It is only in sorrow that bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.”–Amelia Barr

There will be no poetry; there will certainly be no wise-cracks.  I will even refrain from New Jersey jokes.

We had no power for six days, but on balance we were extremely lucky.  How is the following for an equation of everyday life?

325 +7 = 0. 

For my readers on the metric system I will put it this way.

100+11=0.

Translation? 325 feet (~100m) above sea level and 7 miles (~11km) inland equals no flooding damage.  But as the pictures herein demonstrate, we had plenty of tree damage and some fence damage to go with it.  Nothing came near the house. My thoughts and best wishes go out to those in NY and NJ who were not so spared (and there was plenty of damage here in CT, fortunately we did not get the worst of it).

These uprooted trees lean away from our driveway, but directly over the neighbor’s fence and storage shed.

Most of our downed trees were in the woods. This is the most impressive one.

Minor fence damage.

Equines present and accounted for. We now return you to our regularly scheduled program.

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Photo Op #1: Past the Peak

“One is forever throwing away substance for shadows.”–Jennie Churchill

She rode from the leaves

For the shadows were deeper,

Light…dark…

…and matter…

Words and images ©2012 Mark Sackler

 

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In Memorium: Life, Death and Leaves

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower”–Albert Camus

Lest the general levity of this blog give you a false impression of my worldview, let me state that sometimes life sucks.  For the most part, I use humor and satire as a defense and an escape, a diversion if you will.   This has been an incredibly bittersweet week; I have never experienced anything remotely like it.   My last post was Freshly Pressed–perhaps the ultimate honor for a WordPress blogger.  Yet while this was going on, three people I know died.  They were an 82-year-old uncle whose death had been anticipated, a 58-year-old work colleague whose demise was an unexpected shock, and most tragically, the 29-year-old son of one of my poker buddies whose death from illness had been feared for some time.

If you will permit me then, a tribute to these lost souls with the only piece of poetry I ever wrote which I would deem publishable.  It’s well over 35-years old–the sort of thing one could only write in one’s youth.

The Leaves

Words ©1976, 2012  Mark Sackler

Sit and look at the leaves,

Amber arms descending from October’s trees.

Covering delicate grasses,

sweeping the highway,

bedding the rain,

Solemn songs to life departed,

Sit and look at the leaves.

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