Like Guitars…

Like Guitars…

The guitar has always had a certain appeal to me.  Not just to hear them, but to hold and touch them.  The guitar has always had an aura of mystery to me.  

Like many, I have purchased a guitar or two in my life with the best of intentions, only to lay them down within a few weeks to gather dust in favor of greater priorities.  Though many times my imagination has seen me become proficient with a guitar, my reality has seen me dislike the idea of practice, thus getting nowhere.  

I’ll suggest most people who take guitar lessons aim simply to be proficient.  I have no idea how many people who take guitar lessons ever become proficient.  I recently asked a friend who is a guitar teacher about this and when he was done rolling his eyes, he said, “very few”.  He went on to remind me that people can take lessons ongoing, but if they don’t practice, the wont progress.  

This is something I can relate to as a teacher of exercise and fitness.  People have been recruiting my services for years, as a midwife between themselves and improved fitness. Like the guitar, being fit has a certain allure as well as an aura of mystery — something we would all like to have a proficiency with. It’s easy to imagine being more fit, as it is easy to imagine playing Proud Mary by the campfire. 

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Though imagination is a beautiful thing, it alone doesn’t get the ship across the sea.  Fitness takes more than lessons.  Like playing the guitar with proficiency, fitness takes practice — and time.  

Purchasing a gym membership, a diet plan, or even the services of a fitness trainer won’t guarantee results.  Consistency in practice, and patience are the primary means of conveyance. 

And that’s where this little sermon ends — with the thought that becoming proficient with your body is no different than becoming proficient an instrument, though I’ll suggest one is slightly more important…  Jhciacb 

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Spring ’16: Cameras, Smartphones & Gi-tars men…

Spring Has Sprung…

I have been hiking, running, and slow walking Monserate Mountain and the Los Jilgueros preserve in Fallbrook for 16 years.  In all that time I don’t remember the sum of the skies, the greens, and the earth coming together so often, in such color, and so willing to be received.  This has been the best spring season I can remember.

I left my fancy camera behind last summer when I left Temecula, and never looked back.  I never used it that much anyway.  Too complicated — to many buttons, too much to think about, not fast enough in process.  Not for my process anyway.

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Going forward I am a committed smartphone photographer.  I will let the available light and where I stand dictate any would-be results, based on the fact that I live in a beautiful place.  As in the gym and at the dining table, I do better when I impose strict limitations on myself.

A good comparison for this…

 Eric Johnson is one of the most talented guitar players alive.  With regard to his skills, his tone, and his process, he expands on and enhances these with technology.  Guitars.  Effects.  Peddles.  Amps.  Processors.  Mixers.  And about  all of this, he is very protective and secretive.  At the end of the day though, Eric Johnson might be the Wagner of the electric guitar.

Seasick Steve, on the other hand, plays a guitars often made of hubcaps, washboards, broomsticks, and scrapyard components.  Most often, they just have a string or two.  Given the choice, I would honestly rather see Steve play live than Johnson.  That’s just my shtick.

As the saying goes, KISS.  Keep It Simple Schleprock.

Down The Road…

Spring is winding down.  Hopefully May gray and June gloom will help keep all the greens a little greener for a little longer this season.  By August there will be more browns than greens, and as beautiful as this community is, I’ll need to find other subjects to photograph.  Probably the area homeless, and in black & white.

I have prioritized walking in nature this Spring in a way I previously have not.  For at least one hour per day, often longer, I am stopping, observing, listening, smelling, and yes, photographing.  Relationships, above all things, are what we are here for.  My relationship with nature has never meant more to me.  That new found fulfillment is due in large part to me stopping, pointing, and capturing.  Looking for beauty helps one see beauty.

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Here’s a quick recipe for happiness.  Live in a beautiful place. Take make time to enjoy that place.  Share that beautiful place with grace.  Be well…  rc

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