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Self-Portrait

For the fourth time, the holidays came and went without my beloved James. Everywhere I seemed to look, there were reminders of him and the joy we shared and the terror of our battle with the cancer that horrifically tortured him until death mercifully let him go. There amongst the distracted holiday cheer and frenzy of shoppers partied legions of demons, compelling and encouraging us to participate in the futility of escaping the evils of society by contributing to them, urging us to satisfy our lust and greed for more. Always more.

In our ceaseless struggles for more, we too often fail to acquire the one thing we need most: Love. I have come to understand that the reason we don’t receive enough love is simply that we fail to give enough of it away. When love does battle, it doesn’t do it with a sword but with service and humility. I hear the cries declaring we’re making America great again and “taking the country back for Jesus”, but Jesus isn’t and was never here. While we were wiping out indigenous peoples, honing and exhibiting our accomplishments, compelling unbelievers to accept our religious dogma and idolizing our power over others, Jesus has been tirelessly washing the feet of his enemies and showing them he loves them through service, compassion, mercy and healing.

The New Testament bears witness to the many ways Christ tore down the established norms and radically illustrated God’s love for all people equally, without regard for their nationality, family, class, wealth, social status or sin. Clearly, “his ways are not our ways” (Is. 55:8). A significant number of self-proclaimed and self-deceived “Christian Americans” want us to build more walls and create more cultural divisions and nurture extreme divisiveness both domestic and foreign. Yet if America is going to pull off its illusion (delusion?) of being a “Christian nation”, it has to look at least a little bit like Christ. That isn’t the duty of its government or its never-successful efforts to legislate morality, but is the sole duty of its people. Today. Now. It starts with me and it starts with you.

“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but I do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith so that I can remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away everything I own, and if I give over my body in order to boast, but do not have love, I receive no benefit. Love is patient, love is kind, it is not envious. Love does not brag, it is not puffed up. It is not rude, it is not self-serving, it is not easily angered or resentful. It is not glad about injustice, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends.” —‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭13:1-8‬ ‭NET‬‬

Live love. I want more.

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Make America WTF Again

The much-needed hiatus is over and it’s time to get back into this blog and start writing and sharing some of the photographs I’ve been creating over these past several months. So much has transpired since my last post, most notably the holidays (“Bah, humbug!”) and the election that stunned the world. I thus think it’s fitting that my first post not be a photo post at all, but more a statement of my Weltanschauung as 2017 has come bringing with it the certainty of uncertainty and the excitement of being on an out-of-control train on a collision course with fate.

Because I’ve been asking myself “WTF?” a lot as of late, I thought this simple little creation would be perfect for hitting the ground running…

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A Rotten Tomato (To-Mitt-o?)

High-tech tomatoes. Mysterious milk. Supersquash.
Are we supposed to eat this stuff? Or is it going to eat us?

– Annita Manning

Nikon D300, ISO 200, 2 seconds at f/22, 35 mm

It has been suggested that this also looks like a minimalist portrait of Mitt Romney’s character…

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There’s Now One Less Trick In My Public Speaking Arsenal

Never. Never, never, never. Not in my wildest imaginings did I imagine such a thing would happen here, in Salt Lake City, Utah! And when it appeared it would, I knew I just had to be there with my camera!

Who'd have thought these guys would have something to protest?!

The newspaper stories estimate that “thousands ran down State Street in protest” Saturday, wearing nothing but their underpants as they participated in the Utah Undies Run. Local resident Nate Porter started the idea on Facebook, thinking nothing much would come of it. Nate’s plans met a different fate, and thousands — thousands — RSVP’d to join in the event, which would begin at Salt Lake City’s Gallivan Center, head north on State Street to the State Capitol, then turn around and head back to the starting point.

The Undies Run was meant as a protest against the uptight and often idiotic laws that proliferate Utah. But it turned out to be an opportunity for participants to protest pretty much anything they don’t like, law-related or otherwise. Among the protests calling for separation of church and state and reasonable liquor laws were more individualized and personalized statements of despair. And others were just, well, either fun or frightening! (You know that really overweight guy that shows up at the beach or community pool wearing a Speedo? He also shows up at Undie Runs…)

You mean I can't polka in Provo?

There were so many superheroes in attendance, I feared super-villains might have a solid chance of taking over the planet. But it was no time at all before I discovered the super-villains were attending, too.

Batman and The Flash lost their leotards, but kept their skivvies

And when the time finally came to count the attendees for the folks at The Guinness Book of Records, a miscommunication caused someone to open the gate for the runners to begin their sprint before a count could take place!

A good-spirited Nate Porter told newspaper reporters not to worry, though: Utah Undie Run 2012 will be just around the corner… Driving home, I realized I’d never again be able to use the trick of imagining an audience in their underwear when speaking in front of a large crowd. The crowd doesn’t care, and some really made me scared!

The crowd for the count that never was...

I’ve posted over 150 photos on-line along with convenient (and affordable!) options to commemorate your attendance and/or participation in this event with photo prints, mouse pads, mugs and even key chains.

If you were there, there’s a pretty good chance you’re here!