Category Archives: Photography

The Ones Who Have Gone Over

Posted on by Bill Chance

“The Edge…There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others-the living-are those who pushed their control as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to choose between Now and Later. But the edge is still Out there.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Hell’s Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga

Motorcycle Gang on scooters (where else but) New Orleans, Louisiana

Motorcycle Gang
on scooters
(where else but) New Orleans, Louisiana

The Dust Of Everyday Life

Posted on by Bill Chance

“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”
― Pablo Picasso

(click to enlarge) Rodin Walking Man and fans Houston, Texas

(click to enlarge)
Rodin
Walking Man
and fans
Houston, Texas

Lord Ganesh Of Curved Elephant Trunk And Huge Body

Posted on by Bill Chance

“Lord Ganesh of curved elephant trunk and huge body,
Whose brilliance is equal to billions of suns in intensity,
Always removes all obstacles from my endeavours truly,
I respectfully pray to him with all my revered sincerity.”
– 31 -”
― Munindra Misra, Chants of Hindu Gods and Godesses in English Rhyme

Ganesha, Dallas Museum of Art Dallas, Texas

Ganesha,
Dallas Museum of Art
Dallas, Texas

I have always been intrigued by art depicting the Hindu deity Ganesha. This is one from the DMA.

I Want To Burn Up In the Wreckage

Posted on by Bill Chance

“I think to myself:
I don’t want to survive this one
I want to burn up in the wreckage”
― Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins

Bryan Hunt American, Born 1947 Big Twist 1978 Bronze

Bryan Hunt
American, Born 1947
Big Twist
1978
Bronze

Cullen Sculpture Garden, Houston Museum of Fine Art

Ride To Nowhere

Posted on by Bill Chance

We’re on a ride to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin’ that ride to nowhere
We’ll take that ride

I’m feelin’ okay this mornin’
And you know,
We’re on the road to paradise
Here we go, here we go
—-Talking Heads

Trinity Skyline Trail (east side) from the Continental Bridge Park Dallas, Texas

Trinity Skyline Trail (east side)
from the Continental Bridge Park
Dallas, Texas

View From the Levee

Trinity Skyline Trail

Not Sufficiently Alone

Posted on by Bill Chance

“God created man and, finding him not sufficiently alone, gave him a companion to make him feel his solitude more keenly”
― Paul Valéry

(click to enlarge) Adam, by Emile-Antoine Bourdelle, plus admirer Cullen Sculpture Garden Houston, Texas

(click to enlarge)
Adam, by Emile-Antoine Bourdelle, plus admirer
Cullen Sculpture Garden
Houston, Texas

Made Of Earth And Rain

Posted on by Bill Chance

“At night I dream that you and I are two plants
that grew together, roots entwined,
and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
since we are made of earth and rain.”
― Pablo Neruda, Regalo de un Poeta

Crepe Myrtles Houston, Texas

Crepe Myrtles
Houston, Texas

In the Cullen Sculpture Garden at the Houston Museum of Fine Arts there are many beautiful sculptures. But none are more beautiful that the naturally sculpted trunks of the crepe myrtle trees.

We Fallen Angels Who Didn’t Want To Believe

Posted on by Bill Chance

“Are we fallen angels who didn’t want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?”
― Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

Continental Bridge Park Dallas, Texas

Continental Bridge Park
Dallas, Texas

Christmas Robot Dumpster In the City

Posted on by Bill Chance

“Don’t blame you,” said Marvin and counted five hundred and ninety-seven thousand million sheep before falling asleep again a second later.”
― Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

robot

The Sun the Color Of Pressed Grapes

Posted on by Bill Chance

“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Painted parking meter and Brooks saddle, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas

Painted parking meter and Brooks saddle, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas