nUkiEmOLe sToRies #13/ 05 Dec 2013 ©
mindscape travel tRavails foR wRiting on Ecology w pHotogRaphy-pRactice I partly discoveRed Ecosocialism
tRavels started w family in tRavels back ‘n forth to Monterey County. Each jump in schooling/schools i was pRoffeRed that there was geogRaphy and theRe was transport and being tRansported. As high school approached, but just as much the start w family and weekend tReks into to Half-Moon Bay, there was geogRaphy and seeing the topogRaphy, big birds and littler-Birds, there was raccoons, skunks, gopher snakes and how that id-Al was enterprised by houses we lived that did push mammals like deer, bobcats, and tRees, such as live-Oaks, aside.
Finding the cultural assimilation of being near tides, tide-pools, sand-dunes, log strewn ‘sculpted’ tRees, parsimonially plopped upon sands, not ready to move back to forest and sea, I found Victoria B-C, as well as san-fRan, san-Mateo and Monterey counties of bitchen-Cal quite the assemblage of my visual encapsulations of olfactory-Ocean, as need for salt was then industrialized by “salt-Flat industRies”. The salt olfactory inhaled, those visual endemics of poison oak and mosses did not smell, nor lichen. The moistures in fogs or blue skies where cold chills cold chide a need of windbReaker. Those over-casted aria’s of winds and air in an ‘oxygenate’ pluralism, coupled together w expanding my legs upon hies no-one-other Boomers seemed to amend by actively “doing”.
Thus, growing culturally was natural w art, w poetry of Robinson Jeffers, w Ansel Adams photographic sojourns, and Edward Weston’s photo epicureanism, and Wynn Bullock’s female ‘photo’ nudes, sojourn’s. I was a viewor, on one-hand of fine arts (that odiously incurred attending museums to find what those had w.i. to offer “visually”. As one who sought composition and context, or content an scientific evaluation, I did not look forward to having to drive everywhere, much less forget I had first driven at age “five years”…3.6 miles in san fRan.