Let me take you on a Phonetic Poetic Photo journey via pictures and Verse.
Black is not something I do. It is who I am.
It is the place I inhabit and that which inhabits me.
Black is the space where ancestral spirits find place within my soul. It’s music inhabits my every thought and deed. From Be-Bop to Hip-Hop it’s all there never to be displaced no matter my current accommodations.
Calling me Journey. Sojourning for Truth. Ain’t I a Woman strong and fierce.
Calling me Traveler for I have inhabited many shores. I strode forth without ever leaving my home.
Home is the place that inhabits me. Every cut corner ragged edge begs to be filled. Silence inhabits uncharted symphonies of mindless cacophonies. Symphonic Blasts inhabit the Universe.
Museum paintings and sculptures inhabit three planes: Past, Present and Future. Transformation begins via viewers lending voices to long forgotten pasts. Silent Interiors speak Volumes but only the selected of the masses can hear its voice.
The butterfly leaps from Chrysalis thrust into Arboreal fields. In tune with Eternal Firefly beings.
Street Urban Art Inhabits dreary dry brutalist streetscapes revamping the atmosphere paying Silent Verbal Homage to fallen heroes kept from whited sepulchral one-sided gallery spaces.
The past inhabits the future while dullards look askance on those not like them. The past inhabits the present whilst clinging to a more hopeful future.
Past and current inhabitants on a collision course with destiny. Destiny inhabits the storm.
The Great Soul inhabits All Souls at birth yet flees from the wicked. Let Grace Abound.
Yes We Inhabit a strange land mystically inhabiting three spheres. Counterclockwise orbits inhabiting galaxies.
A Love Supreme in Search of Me.
This is a Tin Type photo of an unknown unnamed Ancestor
My Grandmother Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer
My Aunt Thelma Palmer Varner
Me and the Borg at my old office job where I made more money and had a better life.
Growing up in the 1960s when we wanted popcorn Mom would bring out the Jiffy Pop, place it on the stove top and rotate it as the kernels popped into delicious fluffiness. There were no microwaves back then and even if they did exist we could not afford one. Mom did almost everything the old fashioned way.
As I was looking for images of Jiffy Pop Popcorn I was surprised to see that it is still sold. Brings back memories of simpler and happier times for Stephen and me.
If you want to share a literal image of the actual word, do that. But if you’d rather play with word association, post something that reminds you of the specific word, or something you use the word for, do so. It only has to make sense to you. Have fun and keep on photographing!
This week’s word is Film! Don’t forget to check out Color your World as well, posting daily January – April.
Daughters of the Dust Full Movie
Written, Directed and Produced by Julie Dash
At the dawn of the 20th century, a family in the Gullah community of coastal South Carolina — former West African slaves who adopted many of their ancestors’ Yoruba traditions — suffers a generational split. Young Haagar (Kaycee Moore) wants to move to the mainland away from tradition-bound matria… More