Display of discipline
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
By Joe Duty
Hard to determine truth in a moment's glance.
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INSIDE THE FRAME
Vanishing scene of Americana
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
By Joe Duty
A mailbox door hangs open like a hungry mouth. A rusted red top bleeds over a void. Whenever you're in Texas, you always know where you are. The array is no different. Evident pride manifesting in ubiquitous symbology.
Connected by the web
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
By Joe Duty
Growing hands and sock-covered feet carefully scramble along a web as big as imagination, as big as life.
Inside the Frame
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
By Joe Duty
Our world blends old and young without effort. A child's wit and an old woman's wisdom fit hand in hand.
True reflections
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
By Joe Duty
A far eastern sun filters through tropical evergreen leaves on the un-still waters of a secluded stream.
Wet paint
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
By Joe Duty
A lone, dark tree trunk protrudes from the water like the broken periscope of a torpedoed sinking submarine, or the finger of a drowning giant's final grasp at life and air above.
Darkness in the light
Thursday, September 29, 2011
By Joe Duty
A figure rises defined. Although unrecognizable, details such as stray hairs on top of a poised head and wrinkles on a collared shirt flare into stark existence.
Luck of the draw
Thursday, September 22, 2011
By Joe Duty
Muscles clinched tight, neck straining, veins bulging twilight purple as a bulldogger wrenches writhing steer into grass and dust.
Rodeo tunnel vision
Thursday, September 15, 2011
By Joe Duty
Arena lights filter metallic through grated underpinnings. A moon mist glow creates a subterranean-like world beneath bleachers.
Self-defined labels
Thursday, September 8, 2011
By Joe Duty
What some people consider an insult, others are able to turn into a reflection of pride.
Patriotism in a sea of consumerism
Thursday, September 1, 2011
By Joe Duty
We are survivalists turned into consumers. Wants have replaced needs.
Fresh meat
Thursday, August 25, 2011
By Joe Duty
Fresh slabs of untested, pink meat are tossed into the frying pan. Sheared from familiar roles, day one pops and startles newcomers like baby fat submerged in hot grease.
Left behind
Thursday, August 18, 2011
By Joe Duty
What we throw away tells as much about ourselves as what we choose to keep.
Battling the heat
Thursday, August 11, 2011
By Joe Duty
An array of iron rods thrust forth like trumpets from an army in an ancient Biblical war.
House disappears, but home remains
Thursday, August 4, 2011
By Joe Duty
Steel blue and gray smoke settles like wispy specters sitting down to dine at a table nestled in one of hell's layers.
Staying connected to the earth
Thursday, July 28, 2011
By Joe Duty
Rust gathers. Blending. Churning slow yesteryear's tools into earthen dust. A return to nature's base elements. The act of farming embodies connectivity with land. Grass
Priceless panorama
Thursday, July 14, 2011
By Joe Duty
Rays beam like angelic trumpets raised, blaring hymns only heard by the quiet and observant.
Concrete canvas
Thursday, June 30, 2011
By Joe Duty
Paint fades. Asphalt crinkles. Bright-colored, temporary dashes and stats outline information important to engineers, foremen, men and women on the expanding gridwork.
The present reflects the past
Thursday, June 23, 2011
By Joe Duty
Mirrored silver panels stretch into endless sky above a cityscape.
Welcome summer
Thursday, June 16, 2011
By Joe Duty
Reflections inside the mind's eye replay joys of old summers. Grass stains and scraped knees cross through calendar days like highlighter strokes.
