Crepe Myrtle Down

Or... confetti celebration for an unknown baby.

The Gardenia Sessions

Repent

The God of Heaven thunders.... Loudly.

Taken 5/30/13.... with my wife at the drivers wheel as we head down Interstate 40 headed back home to Conway.  Aprox 10 second bulb exposure, with the bolt closing out the exposure.

Black and Blue

Stanley's got the blues.   Eyes that is.

From a family reunion, 5/26/2013

Ant's Eye View

Self Portrait,  Ant's eye view....

Stolen Glory

Stealing the color from this flower feel kind of criminal .. but then, you get to see the other elements in new ways.

The Aromatic Storm

Mastodon sighting, Central Arkansas

Out of curiosity, what is the difference between a mammoth, and a mastodon.

From Easter Sunday 9I am that far behind) between Bigolow, Arkansas and Wye Mountain.






Photo Buff stuff:  This is my first time to try this approach. This is actually a blend of three "identical" pictures shot in rapid succession but at different levels. It would have been impossible to get detail in the sun and cloud area, and keep brilliance int he foreground. Our eye can do that range, but a single exposure generally cannot . So I took a dark, a medium and a light exposure then blended them together in Photoshop... using the lightest image for the foreground, the middle image for the barn area.. .and the darkest image for the sky area. I stacked the images on top of each other, then erased parts of each. There may be easier or beter ways to do this same thing but I haven't learned HDR yet.

Reach

"A flower is a sex organ, on a stick"

Surface Tension

Pretty in Pink

Dusting off the old Blog.  Gonna see if I can start more regular posting.

Arkansas State Capitol with a gift from the Japanese.  Really.  Not sure when, but these Japanese Magnolia pretty much announce our Spring.

You.

I wake into my first thoughts of you.
It is morning.
It is dark.
I have yet to place before my eyes the light bending glass

(that will take me
from dirty milk VHS
to blue ray, sorta.)

I am in the ocean
my eyes are in the ocean
my house, the room, enveloped
we are held, drenched, floating in this sea
the sea that is you..
the youness that did not sleep or sucumb to the dark
the youness that did not blink
or push crusties from his eyes.

I am staing on the floor
You are here
Here before, between, in... through.


--

the ruff start of a poem.

You.

One Eye Kirk. Real time.

Here's look'n at you kid.

Just so happened that I went to the eye doctor today.  So, while my eye may be big, and my head small, my eye was extra big today.
AND great GOD-be-praised Hallelujah news.  The blister on the back of my retina continues to shrink.  When looking through my left eye I still find that my vision is soggy (out of focus) in a center area, but all the wild distortion is gone.  I am SO thankful.

Great Circle made manifest

Can you see the circle?


Jan 7?   Just returned three days ago from the greatest adventure in my life.  Make that maybe the second greatest adventure.  Or third, or fourth.  (I just thought of what it means to be married, or a Dad, or Jesu's little brother....

I had hoped I would have plenty of stories to tell while I was IN travel.  But it just didn't work that way.

So look for posts over the next weeks or moth in which I flesh out our Go Great Circle trip.

This, from the final leg - Lincoln City Oregon USA....Jan 2nd, 2013.

Great Circle Logo

So, this is the Logo my daughter Kayla designed for our "Great Circle" trip.  Pretty cool isn't it.

One Eye Kirk - What's in a Name.

One Eye Kirk.

sounds like a singer of the blues.

As is, the moniker for this blog is part theater, part present history, and part spiritual vision.

(waiting on the doc.  First time to use my camera phone.)

Several months ago I started noticing some abnormalities in my vision.  I looked at a crescent moon  and swore it had two tips... on each end.  I wondered if there was some kind of strange eclipse.  Then I noticed I kept trying to bend and straighten my glasses.  It seemed like one of the lenses in my glasses was askew..  I kept seeing distortion, like a looking trough the edge of a windshield.

It wasn't till I actually covered my right eye (my "shooting" eye) that I actually noticed my left eye was seeing the world all wonky.  Think of having a big drop of honey on your glasses or a little funny mirror right in the middle of your vision.  Beyond that, the world as viewed through my left eye was about an "F-stop" darker.  Like wearing medium sunglasses.

So I made a b-line to the optometrist...who turned me over to retina specialist.

I was subject to a small battery of tests, including one where they put glowing die in my blood so they could photograph the back of my eye.  Later I would pee florescent.  They showed me a grid chart.  All the lines in the lower right corner collapsed.

The eye doctor confirmed I had something called "Pigment Epithelial Detachment" -- in short a blister on the back of my retina, with that rich seeing rod-and cone stratum, pulled from the back of my eye.

Then he told me words that made me a little anxious.  My condition might self heal, but there is not a lot to be done.  We should wait.   Laser surgery or steroids might irritate my eye, leading to greater damage.

In the meantime, my vision just kept getting worse. Lines that should have looked like Twiggy looked more like Beyonce.   I knew even the prescription for my good eye needed adjusting, so together, I was having a hard time with camera focus... and even a harder time viewing my work on computer.   I am a God conscious man.  He gave me my eyes.  He can take them back.   But I was concerned.

Went for a second opinion.   Map of the back of my eye, showed the blister had bloomed.   He suggested that It is highly probable that I have early Wet-form Macular Degeneration.  I would later find MD it runs in the family.

Long story short.  I am receiving treatment for my eye, that consists of a series of shots... delivered straight into my eye.   They are using a drug... developed for cancer patients  that will target the capillaries growing under my retina.   I have never been one given to taking meds, and the cost of all this is astonishing.   Funny.   I have long wanted a real nice set of speakers.  And now I spend that much on a single shot in my eye.   Vision is both common... and terrible (in that old sense of the word.)   I cannot imagine how some  folks function without it.  I earn my living with my eyes... So I let them pump away.

And now.  Good news.  I am seeing much better.  After two shots, there is considerably less distortion in my left eye.  I still see a discolored dull spot, and I am getting new glasses to boot.  But I am relieved.  And PROFOUNDLY thankful.   For medical treatment.  For answered Prayers.  For the love of friends who have shared their concerns.  And for the ongoing ability to praise God by looking at His world with the eyes he has loaned me.

Go Great Circle #2: Charlie's Dream

In the next day or two I need to write a very special letter to my Father’n Law – Dad McGinn.  Ever since I was a teenage boy, I have dreamed of being a National Geographic Photographer, prancing around the globe, or living in the ruts, mixing it up with folks in exotic lands.  

                                                                                                                       Charles McGinn

As God, in his goodness would have it, I HAVE known a greater part of my dreams.   Wife, Kids, camera.  Indeed,  I have the raw pleasure of shooting pictures most everyday.  And some of the folks are occasionally exotic.  For the unacquainted, I work for the State of Arkansas, serving our Governor Mike Beebe.  Must be one of the greatest jobs on earth.  I get to watch leadership in action, tour all parts of the Natural State, and see what makes our little nation click.  But still --- its not the same as living out of a pack, under the lure of constant uncertainty.

But in a couple of days, I will come closer to my boyhood dream than I have been in decades, all due to the vision – and generosity - of McDad.

Chas/Charles has been talking the Great Circle for decades.  These days he is less apt to remember that he has had this conversation with us only recently.

Dad's vision for our trip is part Romantic – part Capitalist. 

He wants us to do what most folks only dream about… and make a video in the process. (Then sell it to you, even as we encourage you to join us in your own planet circling venture)

In keeping with his idea, dad wrote in a recent letter:

“Again, Make it  Great Circle, Not Great Zig Zag…   So that the journey will be the shortest possible for the cash-poor traveler.  It’s round the world, not see the world.  If people start doing this I truly believe mankind will finally begin to realize that we are all on this planet together and that there is plenty of room And that folks are pretty nice everywhere if you give them half a chance.  Least ways, there’s no reason for talking about nuclear bombing your neighbor.” 

To be continued.

Cowboy Up

                                                          Cosby and Cody - to wed, in a week.

Go Great Circle: Part 1

GGC: Kirk Jordan

What is it and why?

Over the last weeks or year, you may have heard me whisper of my forthcoming trip, something we call “The Great Circle.”  Then I blush with pleasure.

Truth is, I have tried not to talk of it too much, cause every time I do I feel like I am boasting, and then I remember the Lords’ specific injunction about declaring our future with the certainty that we control it.

            Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit”—yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.” As it is, you boast in your arrogance. All such boasting is evil. So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it, for him it is sin.

(James 4:13-17 ESV)

So… with that stern warning in mind, I want to tell you what is on my plate (Lord willing) and how such a idea has come about.

On December 3^rd. I intend to leave Conway Arkansas, with my daughter Kayla in tow, fly to New York City, meet up with my sister-in-law Carlin and her husband Ray/Reza (hereafter, sister and brother) then, over the course of the next month circumnavigate the globe.  From there we will hit seven major cities around the world, and return to the USA one month later.   We plan stops in Milan, Istanbul, Dubai, Mumbai, Singapore, Melbourne,  and Auckland.  (Followed by a stateside visit with my first Dad in Lincoln, Oregon.)

The idea is that of my Father-in-Law, Charles McGinn, also known as Dad, or McDad.

Best Time Lapse Ever?

https://youtu.be/Rrj74AZ0l5Q

Prepare to be blown away. And don't get impatient. The beginning is excellent, but more traditional. By the time it gets to the end your socks melt off. Or something like that. I sure hope I get to meet up with Randy Halverson (Photographer) some day. I am a newbee at timelapse and his stuff makes me want to hide away. I LOVE THIS. Thanks Randy. Music by BT.... pretty rad. It's like a whole new way of hearing sounds.

I see the moon, the moon sees me. Climbing up your apple tree. Kirk Jordan or "not quite all there"

On the occasion of my forthcoming death

Note: I am part of a group that hangs out on G-Plus (Google +) called "Selfie Sunday" -- On every other week or so, we post a self portrait of ourselves, and in turn look at, and comment on each other's self portraits.  This week was a Halloween theme.  As is, I am not too fond of Halloween's obsession with darkness, though in an abstract way, I think reflection on death can be a good thing.  So here is my photo contribution to the day, with a reflection - beyond the grave.

Recently I had occasion to go to the memorial service of a truly outstanding young man, Cris -- “The Romanian” – a pre-med student at the University of Central Arkansas. Cris was a special light. At 22 he loved life, blushed loudly, took in knowledge with unbridled curiosity, and otherwise lived with a intensity in before God and man that is simply rare. (Someone said they now understood -- Cris had to fit 70 years into 22.)

That, in combination with the death or declining health of others near to me, has led to on a odd stream of introspection. (For whatever reasons, my mom often thought about death, even to the point of giving instruction for her “Coming home” celebration. So --- as part of a family tradition, here is a list of things I would like to see at my funeral. Which of course, assumes that I might be permitted to look in on such things. I don’t know. Perhaps I will have no interest.




The major songs.



Be Thou My Vision.

Immortal Invisible

Like a River Glorious (my favorite hymn as a kid.)

And He will Purify (From Handle’s Messiah)

Going up Yonder (the latter two sung by Marvin or the Philander Smith Gospel Choir)

the Amazing Cloud Tsunami! (order Print)

To see the cloud in motion:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6EouhO6E0o



Apparently a lot of folks in AR like the middle picture.  Some would even like to buy it.  If you would like to help a soul, without an entrepenurial bone in his body, please do so.


First.   My gift.  Feel free to download to you computer for a backdrop.  But if you need a real print, please pay.


signed 8x12 = 12 dollars (in person delivery) or $15 mailed.
signed 12x18 = 24 dollars, or $28 mailed.


Check or Money order to Kirk Jordan
3 Manchester Drive, Conway AR 72034.   (I'll see if I cannot get Paypal up an going)

email, if needed  kirkwood2020 (at)  yahoo.com.


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Is it me, or do you see it too?

Is it me, or do you see it too?, a photo by Jordan's Storm on Flickr.

Hard and Soft. (Okra and Japanese Magnolia)

How many are your works Oh Lord.  In wisdom you have made them all.  The whole world is full of your possessions.


(Psalm 104)