In The Sequoias After The Snow

Photos & Editing: Aline LaPierre & Victor Osaka
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If ever we walked on sacred ground, it was on a fresh blanket of snow
in an old Sequoia forest.

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This magnificent experience
is best put into words
by naturalist John Muir.

A few minutes ago every tree
was excited, bowing to the roaring storm,
waving, swirling, tossing their branches
in glorious enthusiasm like worship.
But though to the outer ear
these trees are now silent,
their songs never cease.
Every hidden cell
is throbbing with music and life,
every fiber thrilling like harp strings…” 

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When a Veil of Fog Envelops the Forest

Photos/Poem: Aline LaPierre    Photos/Editing: Victor Osaka

We love taking our cameras to the Sequoias, particularly in the winter when, at an altitude of 8,000 feet, a magical winter wonderland awaits. On this last trip, we were fortunate to experience a dense, enveloping fog. When the fog lifted, we found ourselves wonderstruck in a thick but silent snowfall (coming in a future blog post).

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When a veil of fog envelops the forest
All life stands still.

Fog softens the world,
Smooths the rough edges,
Compels my eye to search
For familiar forms.

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I see the boulder
Intimately coupled with the tree,

The fledgling taking root
At the foot of its giant elders.

I see the two joined partners
Steadfastly growing side by side

And the one worn stump standing alone,
A resilient testimony of what once was.

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When a veil of fog envelops the forest,
I am uplifted, transported,
As though life’s mysteries
Are but a breath away.

Cloaked in fog
The forest takes on a presence
That transcends my self-important mind,
Forces me to look
With the eyes of the soul.

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Where Does Photographic Style Come From?

Photo/Text/Editing: Victor Osaka

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What informs my style as a photographer? I asked myself this question recently. I have come to the conclusion that I am influenced by many things—from current trends in photography, to the technology of the equipment I use, and the range of photography I grew up admiring. And then, there is personal experience…

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Reflecting on my childhood, the biggest influence on my style is due to an unfortunate condition. As a child my eyesight was so poor that everything was a blur. I could not even discern the leaves on a tree.

I remember stepping out of the optometrist’s office wearing my first pair of glasses. Right outside his office was a large tree. I looked up and for the first time saw the beauty of the leaves on a tree. They were shimmering in the sun. I can still see and even hear the sound those leaves made in the gentle breeze. I could not take my eyes off this amazing sight.

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So, it is interesting to review my body of work and recognize this important influence on my style. To this day, the images that most speak to me have a very narrow depth of field.

Sharp edges grow from the point of focus and the remainder of the image is blurred so as to bring total attention to the sharp details.

I recommend taking a look at your own library of images to see if you can identify what influences your style. It is a very revealing exercise.

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Seeds of Change

Photo/Text: Aline LaPierre    Photo Editing: Victor Osaka

The garden is alive with anticipation…
Can you feel it?
Summer’s long days
Are about to culminate
In the launch of thousands of sun-drenched seeds.

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Contemplation

Inhale. Exhale.
Feel yourself
Looking out through the windows of your eyes.
Let the late summer’s shimmering light
Stream in through your open pupils.

Let it caress your heart.
No need to reach or grasp.

Within each flash of light
Is a seed
Carrying the promise
Of a new beginning.

Inhale. Exhale.
Call in the light
Set an intention
For renewal.

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The Sacred Pond

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Photo/Text: Aline LaPierre    Photo Editing: Victor Osaka

The purple lotus is rare. Born submerged, the lotus plant extends its crown-like flowers toward the light, past the still surface of the water.

I was filled with gratitude when, as though witnessing a miracle, I found myself standing before two perfect companions growing side by side in a quiet pool. On the journey of becoming, here I was in the presence of two realized beings who, for a moment in time, had attained their perfect realization.

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Sit with me to witness…

Witness the activity in your body
Witness the activity in your mind
Witness the activity in your heart
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Then witness
the witnessing itself
 
May your Soul’s journey be as realized
as that of the purple lotus
 
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Bug Watching on a Weekday Morning

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Beau and Sweetie’s morning meditation is underway. Today, they have chosen to sit in the shade of the fig tree. Still and silent, only one thing has the power to wake these cats out of their rêverie. BUGS.
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And today, sure enough, I notice a few big iridescent green and black June bugs arriving to feast on the ripe fruit of my fig tree. Before I know it, there I am alongside Beau and Sweetie, camera in hand.

Bug watching on a weekday morning as if I had nothing better to do.

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Meantime, the June bugs are checking off an important task from their to do list: feasting on juicy ripe figs. June bugs come stylishly dressed for the task. Their outrageous iridescent color is in perfect harmony with the soft green fig pouches. How is it that these creatures who look like they just stepped off an alien spaceship know that today, they can come here, in my garden, bury their heads in fermenting pulp and get drunk on intoxicating nectar?

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Seize the moment…tomorrow will be too late. By tomorrow, raccoons, possums, squirrels, birds will have had their turns at devouring the figs. If I don’t save a few of these juicy treats for myself, everyone but me will be napping on a full stomach.

While I’m lost in my thoughts, Beau strikes. In a flash he lunges, and before I know it, he is holding a beetle between his teeth. Obviously pleased with himself, he parades a bit to show off his catch and then lays it down before us on its back. To his delight, the bug buzzes loudly as it thrashes in efforts to right itself. Sweetie’s eyes dart wildly as she follows every movement. Unsuccessful, the June bug changes strategy: it closes up into an impenetrable fortress. Beau stares and waits, then impatient, gently nudges it. No response. Fascinated, Sweetie bats it around. No response. Losing interest, they both return to their meditation.

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Before long, I watch the beetle fly off, weighted by its full stomach, seemingly none the worse for wear. Its flight path loops wildly and I imagine that it might be in a drunken stupor.

During the rest of the day, the iridescent green of its wings shines like an emerald in my mind’s eye, a reminder that even in the middle of Los Angeles, natural wonder is all around in surprising shapes and forms and that thousands of unseen dramas are taking place.

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My iPad and the No Mind State

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Images/Editing/Text: Aline LaPierre     Additional Editing: Victor Osaka

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At times, I like to step out of mindfulness and into mindlessness—or, as the Japanese call it, no mind state.

My favorite doorway into no mind state is my iPad touchscreen. I love to immerse myself in the immediacy of shape and color as they emerge from the movement of my fingers on the screen.

I think of it as a present-day version of Japanese calligraphy.

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Faced with a blank paper, the calligrapher has but one chance to lay down a perfect stroke. The brush stoke reflects the calligrapher’s internal state at the moment it touches the paper’s surface. To execute Japanese calligraphy with mastery, one must clear one’s mind so that the feeling of the moment flows out effortlessly. It is a practice to uncover one’s original self, the hidden essence within.

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On the touchscreen, the gesture of my finger is recorded as immediately as the calligrapher’s brush stroke on paper. But on the touchscreen, something more happens, a stunning new dimension is set in motion. Threads of light in a fluid electronic medium spread and grow like dendrites in a nervous system. Not only is the gesture recorded, but its impulse, now imprinted onto a responsive surface, continues to spread, overlap, and curl upon itself. The electronic medium gives the brain the experience of observing its essential self in motion.

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