Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


a daily breath

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    Since moving to Toronto almost 10 years ago, I have continually been trying to deepen my relationship with photography.
        My first career as a photojournalist allowed my both the time and ever-changing situations to expand my craft. It was always an appreciated challenge to illustrate life as it happened a fraction of a second at a time.
        As my career shifted, I began to spend more time with my words than I did with in the darkroom.
        Then, there was a period where I hardly picked up my camera.
        About 15 years ago, I made an attempt to jump back into a pursuit has always been a major part of my life. Then, my move to Toronto provided plenty of new opportunities visually. Photography turned out to be a great way to explore my new home.
        I purchased a new camera last summer and have seriously enjoyed each moment adjusting to the new technology contained in the device. I don’t think I’ve ever spent as much time studying a camera manual as I have over the past year; I never thought I had to. Photography, at its most rudimentary level, is the balance of light and time. Digital photography has disrupted that balance.
        I know I must learn more if I want to keep up with, or get on top of, the reality of what is happening. It is as confusing as it is inspiring.
        I bought a new lens last week, adding a greater dimension to the range of focal lengths I employ. In my newspaper days, I had a particular wide-angle lens that was one of my workhorse choices. I felt, recently, that that range has been missing from the toolkit I carry around with me.
        A wide angle lens expands your perspective. The width and breath of the lens allows a greater swath of the landscape that surrounds you and provides a greater dimension if not a bigger moment.
        It’s another way of looking at things.
        I need that right now, inspiration to take me a little deeper, something to adjust my focus. How I spend my time is more about how choose to see what is before me.

    08/07/2021                                                                         j.g.l.

  • cloud songs

             Families stretch across
                countries and continents.
              We all have a place
                      beyond
                  this vast horizon.
       The pleasures of a reunion fill
        the heart in the time allowed,
    with the melancholy of a farewell
          leaving enough space for
          another visit.
                Safe passage
                   until the next time.

    08/03/2023                                                                                   j.g.l.

  • now history

    August already we notice, flipping the calendar to another page.
       Should we be surprised?
       Were we not paying attention?
       Seven months now history, the year itself diminished to memories.
       So little left to the summer season, we creep forward day by day, week into month. July shifts to August, the year grows smaller.
       What can we do to make our time last a little longer?

    08/01/2023                                                                                                 j.g.l.

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    Commencement of an idea: a blank canvas.
        What you think and what you believe, at times, are on non-collinear planes.
        Separate thoughts.
        The concept is not clear, but there is a distinct vision. Time is required to sort out the polarities.
        I know I need colour, right now, to breakout of the homogeneous pattern of darkness I have settled into; a forced change might best state the obvious.
        An interruption at least, a new perspective at best. Figurative or metaphorical, abstract thought equals diversion.
        Random colours introduced, aware of the concept, but more or less tentative. Time is required, further consideration, to see what will dominate because, proportions aside, each colour is equal.
        The divergent nature of complimentary contrasts is not colorfast.
        My mood or mindset, over time, will sort out what goes where. Spontaneity has its place but has yet to show itself.
        It is a process as much as it is progress.
        No concern yet with accomplishment because, some days, simply picking up the paintbrush is as much an achievement as anything.
        Thinking is believing.

    07/31/2023                                                                                                          j.g.l.

  • things you possess

    It’s not what you have;
    it’s what you have with you.
    You may own several umbrellas,
    but unless you have one handy
    when it rains, none of them are
    useful.
    Your degree(s), that camera, the
    skills you have developed over
    the years, are things you possess,
    but unless they are put to use
    they do not serve your current
    purpose.
    Some of us travel lightly through
    this life, taking only what is
    believed to be needed at the time.
    Others are better prepared for
    whatever they encounter.
    Only you can decide to use what
    you have, or use what you can.

    ©2018 j.g. lewis