Tag: Documentary

Darklife Series.

Photography: 6 months of A’s, B’s and some C’s

Posted on by devtank in As Far as the Eye Can See, City, Indigenous Cerebral Identity, Memories, Photography, Seattle

Sometimes I just dont have other places to put my work, but the work continues regardless.

Darklife Series.
Darklife Series.
Darklife Series.
Darklife Series.
Darklife Series.
Darklife Series. 20160419.USA.©JO.SS.00124
Darklife Series.
Darklife Series.
Darklife Series.
Darklife Series.
Darklife Series.
Darklife Series.
Darklife Series.
Darklife Series.
Darklife Series.
Leprechaun.
Man, in the city.
Just before the Spring.
Political Event, Safeco Field Seattle
Political Event, Safeco Field Seattle George, is anticipating large crowds.
Sakuracon, Seattle.
A man in a tree is throwing apples at police.
Under discussion.
He said his name was Mario Andretti “not the race car driver”.
He said his name was Mario Andretti “not the race car driver”.
He said his name was Mario Andretti “not the race car driver”.
He said his name was Mario Andretti “not the race car driver”.
He said his name was Mario Andretti “not the race car driver”.
He said his name was Mario Andretti “not the race car driver”.
He said his name was Mario Andretti “not the race car driver”.
He said his name was Mario Andretti “not the race car driver”.

Dublin

Posted on by devtank in As Far as the Eye Can See, Awareness, Belief, City, Civil Rights, Communities, Conviction, COPYRIGHT, Core Values, Culture, Diary, Documentary, Dreams, Eye of the Mind, Grumpy Old Men, Identity, inspiration, Ireland, Journal, Light, Memories, Personal Stories, River, Sights Sounds Senses, Social Issues, Society, Soul of the Eye, Soul of the Mind, Synaptic Connections, The Past, Tradition, Train, Transit, Travel
Marriage Equality Dublin, Ireland
May 22, sees the first referendum for marriage equality in Ireland. While most of the positivity towards it shows in the main cities of Cork and Dublin, opinion is divided in the regional cities and towns.
Family roots
My Aunt Eileen and my father discuss family roots. Skerries north Co. Dublin, Ireland.
Family roots.
My Aunt Eileen and my father discuss family roots. Skerries north Co. Dublin, Ireland.
Family Roots.
My Aunt Eileen and my father discuss family roots. Skerries north Co. Dublin, Ireland.
Family roots.
My Aunt Eileen and my father discuss family roots. Skerries north Co. Dublin, Ireland.
Intercity views, north Co. Dublin
North Co. Dublin from the Dublin to Dundalk train.
Generation Gap.
Generation gaps prevail, Dublin City, Ireland. While Ireland awakens from stern austerity measures put in place by preceding governments the generation gaps appear as many of the immigrants from ireland came back in the mid 2000’s left again during the economic downturn, the economic migrants, many from former eastern bloc states the up the slack.
Cafe Doggy
The dog is part of the family.
Cafe Doggy
Im having a Latte, what would you like?
Yellow man
Retake on an old classic.
The Gull Boy
“They come down from the Pheno” Referring to the Phoenix Park, at one stage Europe’s largest city park. Seagulls plane on the strong winds which funnel up the river Liffey. Dan Kavanagh stands on the Millennium Footbridge linking Temple Bar to Ormond Quay, commanding a flock of majestic gulls, with chunks of biscuit, like a scene from Irish mythology.
The Gull Boy
“They come down from the Pheno” Referring to the Phoenix Park, at one stage Europe’s largest city park. Seagulls plane on the strong winds which funnel up the river Liffey. Dan Kavanagh stands on the Millennium Footbridge linking Temple Bar to Ormond Quay, commanding a flock of majestic gulls, with chunks of biscuit, like a scene from Irish mythology.
To each their own.
To each their own..
Wha..?
Wha…?
Ireland
Henry Street, Dublin, Ireland
Got it at Guineys!
Guiney’s Dublin’s favorite everything store.
After School fun at blackrock baths. Dublin Ireland.
After School fun at blackrock baths. Dublin Ireland.
After School fun at blackrock baths. Dublin Ireland.
After School fun at blackrock baths. Dublin Ireland.
Old town Dún Laoghaire.
Old town Dún Laoghaire.
Old town Dún Laoghaire.
Old town Dún Laoghaire.
Bauler
Takin’ the Bauler for a walk. Old town Dún Laoghaire.

 

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Some Images from the last few months.

Posted on by devtank in As Far as the Eye Can See, Choice, City, Communities, Consumerism, Conviction, Culture, Diary, Discovery, Documentary, Dreams, Eye of the Mind, Identity, In My Head, inspiration, Journal, Photography, Seattle, Social Issues, Society, The System, Uncategorized

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Amazing Environmental Audio from Maha Kumbh Mela

Posted on by devtank in Allahabad, Ancient, As Far as the Eye Can See, Awareness, Baba, Belief, Communities, Conviction, COPYRIGHT, Culture, Discovery, Documentary, Dreams, Dust, Education, Eye of the Mind, Field Recordings, Ganges, Global Awareness, Grumpy Old Men, Hindu, Identity, India, inspiration, Journal, Krishna, Location Audio, Location Sound, Maha Kumbh Mela, Massive, Media, Medieval, opportunity, Personal Stories, Pilgrim, River, Sacred, Sangam, Sights Sounds Senses, Social Issues, Society, Soul of the Eye, Soul of the Mind, Synaptic Connections, Tradition, Travel

I’ve been back from India just over a year now, back living in the US and in that time its been a real struggle, both on a personal level and financially.
Looking back on that time, a half-year spent in India, thinking about it and thinking about how much I miss it, and yearn for the Utopian chaos to run through my veins once more.
I have edited my photography over and over trying to extract the essence of the experience. However the personal journey that India was to me, has obscured my objectivity, something that only time can distill.
I have started once again on the editing process, going back over the audio recordings I made, and in doing so, had an epiphany about the work. I realize that I have no choice but to go back to India, and capture more audio, this time with an expanded kit. And to dedicate much more time and effort into making quality environmental recordings.
Audio recordings offer a taste of reality that video and photography simply cannot touch. Where video has to be constructed to make a compelling presentation, and photography provides specificity, and depth, that depth is within just that contextual intimacy.
Audio offers a living reality of time based exploration. Audio treats the consciousness to a wide layered mental vision, one that the mind is intrinsically connected to, there is no learning to listen, whereas there is learning to read photographs.

This Location Sound during the Anup Jalota concert at Pilot Baba’s Ashram camp 2013 Maha Kumbh Mela, Sangam Allahabad, Uttar Pradesh India. I had decided to walk around the sector 9 area where the ashram was located, about 7 miles from the actual main bathing area.
You can hear all of the local sounds, and the far distant sounds of the millions (130,000,000 to be more accurate) of pilgrims who existed at the ‘city’. Headphones highly recommended. Sit back and enjoy the Mela as I did for thirteen minutes.

New Pages on devtank

Posted on by devtank in Uncategorized

Most of you know this blog as just that, a blog. However, recently during a chat with a colleague, he said to me that I should reduce my output on social websites to just broadcasts telling everyone that I have something new on my website. However, at the time the only website I had, was this blog and not an actual static site at all. So with a bit of research and help from WordPress technical support I reinvented devtank as a static site with a blog attached as opposed to what it was; a blog with an attached static page or two.
Most of you who tune in to what I blog get it through a RSS reader and probably never really make it to the original blog itself, so I’m urging you to try it out and let me know what you think. It’s still a work in progress and I’m still learning the WordPress.com way of doing things.
I’ve added a few pages and a few sub-pages too to encompass areas of my creative output that have not had a home either on social sites or online at all.
The Multimedia page now has a sub-page Audio which gives a little bit of my location audio and field recording background and from there a sub page dedicated to my long running project Autogenous Radio: In Conversation which is a series of recorded conversations from people I have mat at one time or another whom I find interesting or who have an opinion or a story to tell.
https://devtank.com/multimedia/audio/in-conversation/

Ok now, I want to see how polls work and if anyone actually will engage..

2013 09 04 In the Back where the light of the fading day reflects off the wall.

Posted on by devtank in As Far as the Eye Can See, Belief, Choice, City, Consumerism, Conviction, Core Values, Culture, Diary, Discovery, Documentary, Dreams, Dust, Eye of the Mind, Identity, In My Head, Indigenous Cerebral Identity, Influx, inspiration, Journal, Light, luck, Massive, Media, opportunity, Responsibility, Seattle, Sights Sounds Senses, Soul of the Eye, Soul of the Mind, Synaptic Connections, Tradition, Uncategorized, USA

Its a phenomena to hear the daily rumination’s of your neighbor showering, slurping milk in his cereal bowl, listening to the radio, masturbating, showering and general other private life sounds, and yet never actually really seeing them because of a wooden fence that separates you from him. Im pretty sure he cant hear me because the sound from his side is funneled in through a small space filtered by a Mosquito grille and a cat.

I have a lot of uncertainty now, and yet I know somewhere in there I will miss these days. Perhaps this is a time of resettlement and reassurance from a relationship that I now find myself in.
I also find myself in the eye of the storm. Im doing things now that are prime and ahead of the curve. Yet Im filled with doubt and procrastination is the crutch Im leaning on. Im trying to do a lot maybe too much, but if I dont Ill feel as though Im not doing enough, like I feel that anyway regardless of the capacity Im at.

Who knows. Just remember the important things.