Virgo Colored Lenses
Today it strikes me all resplendently ripe:
Boughs resign with fruit
already juicing through bird-pecked skins;
Far, panoramic pastures
sigh harmony with the breezes
that pace their omni-rythmic sways;
Promenade and Do Si Do
dignifying their evening walk to the station,
and one another.
Some days, we find it all so well.
Never perfect, still over filled with care.
Suggestions of order emerge
and we ease in.
To remedy imbalance,
wrap the bandage
~ Astrologer Ian Waisler
Aboard flight 179 bound for San Francisco — just for the night. Tomorrow Evan and I head to Santa Cruz and then continue driving south to stay in LA for the rest of the week. The coastal drive, which is crazy beautiful, triggers a strangely familiar Australia…it's the color palette I grew up with. There’s many of the same specie of tree — though curiously, my friend Wyn tells me, they grow to totally different and inverse proportions on the different continents.
Time on a plane always has that “free” feeling for me — like I’m away from typical responsibilities and can do untypical things— like organize my computer desktop. Which is what I've done — made some new, more generalized folders, called things like “jpegs” and “documents” into which many other “sub” folders will now be carefully hidden. It looks a lot lot better and at least one third of the screen is now visible ….. the closest I get to a “Virgo” moment.
In the locker above my head is my old 4x5 camera — thoroughly dismantled, with great skill I thought, to fit into my none too large carry on wheelie bag. This is its first outing since I fully succumbed to the “digital" process a few years back. It emerged from its cast aside home in the studio cupboard — a graveyard of old equipment — late last year, yet remained untouched. But, for the past 2 weeks, it has been beckoning me… I love this particular camera and I’m very much not the type of person to get attached to mechanical type things. This dinosaur doesn't need batteries, electricity, servicing and constant updating. It has taken a few terrifying falls but still plows on, about 40 years old, which is a lot in camera years - amazing in a time when most contemporary devices seem to need replacing on a bi annual basis…oh…. and it takes very beautiful photo…
Speaking of attachment, I often get very bound to items of clothing — wearing them till they very literally fall apart — and then I patch them all up and repeat the process. Same thing with shoes — my local cobbler is refusing to repair my winter cycling favorites— which is tricky — cause I always wear a platform and theres not that many that are as truly suited to cycling as these... all of which is reminding me that relationships, those other attachments, are not unlike this — in need of constant repair — and sometimes an outside ear to help make things work. The older I get the more I accept that there is little pleasure to be had without a lot of work behind it.
When someone says to me, "my boyfriend doesn't believe in astrology", I immediately ask "is he a Virgo?” Many times out of 10 the answer is “yes”. This sign just isn't into anything "hokey pokey". My oldest friend Greg is a Virgo. Often he says startling, simple, harsh, realistic things to me - like recently, "well Martyn, you know the world just isn't a very nice place" — something I’d never really considered, until he mentioned it. I don't tend to dwell on the uglier side of human nature — strictly avoid watching the news and could easily be accused of being "soft". Greg’s earthy self has frequently centered my airy wateriness. I’m grateful for that... For anyone familiar with the fabulous "Birthday Book" — the advice on my page, January 29th, is to toughen up…I keep trying...
On the west coast I’m shooting a series of portraits. Of all the types of photos I do, the portrait unnerves me the most. It’s all in the moment and requires a trust between 2 people, who’ve often only just met, that in other circumstances takes a lifetime to achieve. There’s a vulnerability and surrender on both sides of the lens.
It's getting very rocky up here and, thankfully, we are landing in 46 minutes… hurray… my stomach has had enough — it doesn't really like to fly. After 6 hours of tea and almonds I’m now keen to eat something substantial…with a real knife and fork…on a real plate.
Happy September — best month of the whole New York year…[me thinks…]