Kenny Braun Photography: Kenny Braun is a Texas photographer that’s equal parts Thoreau and Avedon—an existential outdoorsman and consummate professional who adeptly captures everything from remote places to far away gazes. He brings a consistent visual identity to a wide range of subject matter by focusing on quality of light, color and mood. Music, surfing and photography have been his passions since high-school, each influencing the other. His personal work explores a sense of place and memory by returning to scenes from his childhood. His curiosity about faces and places is evident in his work, which is so vivid you can’t even imagine a photographer being involved.
You going to say, you don’t have 12 minutes to watch this. Then you’re going to look back weeks later and find, it has never left your consciousness. Watch Narcose.
Deep water freediving exposes its practitioners to a form of narcosis, which induces several symptoms, among which a feeling of euphoria and levity that earned this phenomenon its nickname of “raptures of the deep”. The short film relates the interior journey of Guillaume Néry, the apnea world champion, during one of his deep water dives. It draws its inspiration from his physical experience and the narrative of his hallucinations.
SMWI*: Saturday Morning Work-Out Inspiration
“Ana Teresa Fernández was born in Tampico, Mexico and currently resides in San Francisco. She earned her B.F.A. and M.F.A. from the San Francisco Art Institute, where she is currently an Art Professor. She has won numerous awards and recognition for her paintings, sculptures and videos. She is known for her exploration of women’s strength and sensuality in the process of performing labor, her provocative images of women bent over mopping floors, ironing shirts, or dragging long locks of wet hair along the floor, reveal the ambivalence of femininity: Sensual and edgy, willful but polite, powerful yet vulnerable, strong enough to do manual labor, yet beautiful in heels.”
Be sure to check out her portfolio at her web site: anateresafernandez.com
Here’s the point: If you aren’t expanding your resume every year, you are likely being getting lapped in the sport of business by those that do. You can improve a resume without changing jobs. You can add areas of expertise or new areas of project work. You can add volunteer work, hobbies or interests. You can add professional associations you’ve joined and contributed to. All of these additions give your career a sense of momentum, which gives you the confidence to embrace change. My point is more salient for those reading this post born in my generations (Boomer and Echo Boomer). We become very comfortable with our titles, our financial stability and our status…
Read more on how here.
Image Credit: Thank you Carol
Eric is four. Relentless. “Come on Dad. It’s time to go swimming.” Pulling on my hand. “Come on Dad. Dad, come on!”
The marble floor in the bathroom is cool and smooth on our bare feet. I watch him struggle tugging on his suit. His little white bottom contrasting against his milk chocolate tan lines. He lets out a whimper in frustration as he can’t pull on his swim shirt.
We step outside.
We had lived in Miami for four years. The sweltering summer heat was still a shock. Swallowing up oxygen. Mixing with the heavy pool chlorine…filling nostrils and lungs.
10am. 91F. And there is still August to go.
Molalla, a 9-week old Baby River Otter, learns how to swim at the Oregon Zoo. OK. I’ll never complain about my swimming lessons in my youth…
Source: Thank you The Best Travel Photos. The Ocean Bungalows in The Maldives.
The photographs of Clarke’s Pool are described as a walk down memory lane for “three generations of Castlegar kids who learned how to swim.” Well he’s partially right. It was also the training ground for the suburban kids like my brother Rich and me who hailed from Ootischenia (pop. 856).
Rich’s recollection of the pool was that it was “one of the scariest places he’d ever seen.” Ominous. Large. Deep. Dark. Intimidating. With a “giant” slide coming down high above from the rooftop. My memories were frighteningly similar. Yet, the picture today certainly doesn’t align with the Stephen King-like depiction of the darkness banging around our heads. The pool was smaller. And shallower. And brighter. With a kiddy slide jutting off the side of the garage.
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This is a cross between my customary Saturday morning work-out inspiration clips, a poetry reading and a nature walk – all shackled together into one captivating production. Charlotte Davies is the poet and narrator. Her voice, both soothing and haunting, rhythmically pulls you along the beautiful cinematography. As one commenter stated: No words. Just one. Ikaragarria! Good Saturday morning.
A globetrotting surfer seeking to catch waves in the frigid seas of Antarctica instead encountered a welcoming committee of penguins. He didn’t catch a wave in the Antarctic waters, but he didn’t much care, calling his unforgettable penguin encounter “very special.”
It’s about being out there having an intimate relationship with nature. At the very first, they were afraid of me…but then, they came around and played with me. They were really nice, really nice…It has been unreal.
- T.G.I.F.: Raptor Sighting Down Under…
- T.G.I.F.: Here’s your 5:00pm Bell!
- T.G.I.F.: I’m telling you, that’s not a croc… (7/20/12)
- T.G.I.F.: It’s time for… (7/13/12)
- T.G.I.F.: It’s so Hot! (7/6/12)
- T.G.I.F.: Treat. Yo. Self. (6/22/12)
- T.G.I.F.: Opening & Closing Bell! (6/8/12)
- T.G.I.F.: How hard can this be? (6/1/12)
- T.G.I.F.: “How much more can a man take?”
- T.G.I.F. (5/18/12)
After reading Friday’s post (The King loses (again)…), Eric (18, son) was inspired to share a family vacation story. The fact that he read my post was a head-scratcher…so best to nurture this sudden interest in both reading and writing. I should disclose upfront, that I fail to see any humor in this story – and I say “story” as I don’t recall this version of the events. Here it is…unedited and unplugged. (And yes, the photo is an actual photo of me during the scuba lesson.)
By Eric Kanigan
Anyone who knows my Dad personally can attest to the enjoyment he gets out of poking fun at others, to phrase it nicely (in reality it’s usually a firm jab rather than a poke). For those that do not know him, just imagine a person who loves to relive the details of your painfully embarrassing moments months, sometimes years after they occur. Throw in a mustache to your mental image and presto! You have David Kanigan!
It only seems fitting to return the favor, so it’s time for a trip down memory lane.