Monday, February 9, 2009
A post for those with Valentine's from recent entries that felt to me they fit the part.
Whether you love those around you more one day out of the year or not, believe in a holiday that celebrates with cards and cheesiness or just enjoy a bit of poetry... todays post goes out to the lovers. Enjoy.
If You Forget Me ~ Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
Pablo Neruda
Whether you love those around you more one day out of the year or not, believe in a holiday that celebrates with cards and cheesiness or just enjoy a bit of poetry... todays post goes out to the lovers. Enjoy.
If You Forget Me ~ Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
Pablo Neruda
Vivien Ayroles and Stefano Marchionini, Aix-en-Provence, France
From the collaborative project Entr'ouvert
From the collaborative project Entr'ouvert
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Last week's focus on man within nature lead to some interesting submissions that focused on a an absence of man's presence within the organic world with varying direction and focus. Enjoy.
And for those of you who have sent work or emails in the past several months I apologize for a complete lack of response. I seemed to be having a serious email hiccup that was finally fixed this morning.
And for those of you who have sent work or emails in the past several months I apologize for a complete lack of response. I seemed to be having a serious email hiccup that was finally fixed this morning.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.
-John Muir-
-John Muir-
Lucas Foglia, Huntington, Long Island currently New Haven, CT.
James Aiming with Homemade Bow, Stone Arrowhead and Hat, North Carolina 2007
James Aiming with Homemade Bow, Stone Arrowhead and Hat, North Carolina 2007
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Well I figured it was worth a try to see what I would get sent in. But alas.. didn't get too much in. Haha. Oh well we were all there in spirit. Here are a few images that were sent in from election night. Next week I am dedicating some time to getting this site rollin again. Thanks so much for your patience and Happy Thanksgiving!

Chicago, IL | © Jeffrey Brandsted

Times Square, NY | © Benford Lepley

Bedford Ave and N7 in Williamsburg Brooklyn | © Kyle Cook

Times Square, NY | © Rocio Alba Gonzalez

Bedford Ave and N7 in Williamsburg Brooklyn | © Lizzie Leitzell

©Times Square, NY | © Jenna Cato Bass

Chicago, IL | © Jeffrey Brandsted

Times Square, NY | © Benford Lepley

Bedford Ave and N7 in Williamsburg Brooklyn | © Kyle Cook

Times Square, NY | © Rocio Alba Gonzalez

Bedford Ave and N7 in Williamsburg Brooklyn | © Lizzie Leitzell
©Times Square, NY | © Jenna Cato Bass
Monday, October 13, 2008
I wanted to dedicate today's Wanderlustagraphy update to the upcoming show at Bond Street Gallery: Revisiting America. Below you can find a sampling along with links to the gallery. If you are in the NYC area and want to see the work in person I highly recommend it.
OPENING RECEPTION: Wednesday, October 15, 2008
PRESS PREVIEW: 4 – 6 pm | PUBLIC RECEPTION: 6 – 9 pm
ON VIEW: Wednesday, October 15 – Saturday, November 15, 2008
BOND STREET GALLERY
297 Bond Street | Brooklyn, NY 11231 (Carroll Gardens)
718.858.2297 | DIRECTIONS: F/G to Carroll St. or R to Union St.
OPENING RECEPTION: Wednesday, October 15, 2008
PRESS PREVIEW: 4 – 6 pm | PUBLIC RECEPTION: 6 – 9 pm
ON VIEW: Wednesday, October 15 – Saturday, November 15, 2008
BOND STREET GALLERY
297 Bond Street | Brooklyn, NY 11231 (Carroll Gardens)
718.858.2297 | DIRECTIONS: F/G to Carroll St. or R to Union St.
Justin James Reed
West Bradford, Pennsylvania
from the exhibition Revisiting America, Bond Street Gallery
West Bradford, Pennsylvania
from the exhibition Revisiting America, Bond Street Gallery
Tim Briner
Two Cheerleaders, Boonville, Indiana
from the exhibition Revisiting America, Bond Street Gallery
Two Cheerleaders, Boonville, Indiana
from the exhibition Revisiting America, Bond Street Gallery
Matthew Gamber
Star Trek, from the original Star Trek series
from the exhibition Revisiting America, Bond Street Gallery
Star Trek, from the original Star Trek series
from the exhibition Revisiting America, Bond Street Gallery
Michael Vahrenwald
Straw Hill, Wal-Mart, Bloomsberg, PA
from the exhibition Revisiting America, Bond Street Gallery
Straw Hill, Wal-Mart, Bloomsberg, PA
from the exhibition Revisiting America, Bond Street Gallery
Monday, September 29, 2008
So I've resurfaced. I'm not exactly feeling well rested but I do feel negligent. Given the topic of this week for me I've chosen to post six female photographers who've pointed their gaze towards women. Enjoy! I hope it won't be as long until the next post. Apologies for being away for so long.
-Amy
-Amy
Monday, September 1, 2008
As some of you might have noticed.. I've taken a bit of a hiatus from wanderlustagraphy. I'm feeling incredibly overwhelmed with some other tasks at hand. The end of my summer has been slammed (as I've heard from quite a few other folks as well). I promise to resurface. In the meantime feel free to continue sending work in.
Enjoy those dying days of summer and those entry days to fall.
Till then..
Enjoy those dying days of summer and those entry days to fall.
Till then..
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Having grown up by the Pacific Ocean, spent some years in New Orleans (a city below sea level off of the Gulf of Mexico) and now residing a short commute from the Atlantic Ocean, I have a love/ hate relationship with deep and vast bodies of water. They are magnificently dangerous, stunning and enormous, mysterious and powerful. Below the surface I can only guess what dwells. However my imagination races while I am in water with immeasurable depths, I cannot fathom being landlocked. Three documentary photographers turning their lenses towards the horizon line where water meets air. Perhaps a sign I need to take another trip to the shore.
Enjoy.
Enjoy.
Guilhem Alandry, London-based, Org from France
From the project 'The Pangalanes Canal, Madagascar'
" The fishers go out at 5 o’clock in the morning on the Indian Ocean, trying to pass the shore break. The sea has bigger and more fish, but if they don’t manage to pass the shore, they will fish in the canal. This day only a few fishers managed to pass it; some kept trying for several hours. The weather was particularly difficult that morning."
From the project 'The Pangalanes Canal, Madagascar'
" The fishers go out at 5 o’clock in the morning on the Indian Ocean, trying to pass the shore break. The sea has bigger and more fish, but if they don’t manage to pass the shore, they will fish in the canal. This day only a few fishers managed to pass it; some kept trying for several hours. The weather was particularly difficult that morning."
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Summer time and all this muggy air perhaps had me looking at the world through orange colored glasses. Coincidentally I've been contacted by a number of photographers with a similar palette. When I was looking at these three together it made sense, all of them holding this air of being lost and found, something momentary...
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