The Future One Way to Life

Starts with one then You

Starts with one then You

Yeap here we are heading into a New Year, hope you had a pleasant Holiday and enjoyed Christmas.  Is that politically correct?  I hope you really don’t care and can understand differences because it really doesn’t matter.  What’s going to matter is focusing on the horizon of what is possible to turn this Ship around.  I just got off the phone with my good friend Jacob (this gentleman knows how to work the condition, you’ll like the way this feels) and we touch on a heated subject of hatred, you know like police brutality where now we have an execution of two NYPD in Brooklyn.  Sad frickin story and where some are happy this act has happen, kind of like an eye for an eye.  Now since the officers killed in this execution were not involved in Ferguson do you hate the men or the act that started all this.  Seems to be these acts of hatred start with an idea and usually trained into others, hell this is how war starts you know the propaganda.  So it just might be it’s not so much the human but the training one receives, an idea that is put into place that causes all the friction.  Looking at the big picture we see the brutality, the confiscation of wealth through the banks, the toppling of nations through sanctions and isolation that we arrive at this hatred.  It’s like pining the tail on the Donkey, your blind folded so you can’t see the ass but someone said over there and you make an attempt to tag the Donkey.  Now in this respect the Donkey is either White, Black, Gay, Catholic, Muslim or Jew, etc but we have to pin someone for the explanation of hating of what one does and is associated with a group. Well if you peel away the skin you would never know would you, and ditch the books, what’s the beef?  What,  you don’t like what I like or believe and vise versa,  in reality as a whole this is all chicken shit because if we do not pull or heads from our own ass Fukushima will take care of all of us. This will be nothing short of a miracle to pull off, all lives indifference wont amount to a hill of beans if we can’t help the ocean, many think we can’t.  Life is truly dying out there in the ocean and with that (worst case scenario) all of humanity is at stake where a 50 to 90% die off can occur around 2050 and welcome to Mad Max.

Understanding one thing is understanding all, it’s all daisy chained together you have to understand you’re not that special dammit, unless you help life along its way even if you were to have all the wealth in the world and if that’s the case you never shared.  Nature herself is above the food chain, it an’t no animal and/or human, no masters here on the surface who walks the same ground, if so they could defy gravity simply.  We keep hating and go against the grain of Nature which is the one way to life, well I guess we don’t have long.  The next mass extinction event may have already begun and the post doesn’t mention Fukushima.

Since this is written on Christmas Day, here is a present we’ll have to Earn.

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Time-lapse: Mother Nature the Cosmos and yes Humans

A Time-lapse Journey with Nature:

by Henry Jun Wah Lee

A time-lapse journey with nature. This is my showreel from 2009 to present. Enjoy!
Scenes include (in order of appearance):
Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest
Mono Lake
Joshua Tree National Park
Alabama Hills
Lunar Eclipse of December 2010
Monument Valley
Salton Sea
Tuscon, Arizona
Jeju Island, South Korea
Yosemite National Park
Petrified Forest National Park
Death Valley National Park
Horseshoe Bend

Film by Henry Jun Wah Lee, Evosia Studios
Soundtrack: Hans Zimmer – The Dark Knight Soundtrack
Motion / time-lapse gear from Kessler Crane. Henry is a Kessler sponsored shooter. kesslercrane.com
Gear:
Cameras: Canon 5D Mk II, 60D, 7D, T1i, T2i, Sx10is
Motion time-lapse: Kessler Crane Pocket Dolly, Cineslider, Turntable and Oracle controller.
Lenses: 14mm 2.8, 16-35mm 2.8, 24-70mm 2.8, 24mm 1.4
Celestron CPC 800 Telescope

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The Wild Heart:

by Henry Jun Wah Lee

Take a journey through the wilderness in the heart of the American Southwest – Eastern Sierras, Grand Canyon, Upper and Lower Antelope Canyons, Rattlesnake Canyon, Vermillion Cliffs, North Coyote Buttes, the Wave, Yosemite National Park, Monument Valley, Grand Staircase Escalante and the December 2011 Lunar Eclipse.
Film by Henry Jun Wah Lee, Evosia Studios
Music is One Must Believe by Justin R. Durban, justindurban.com. Used with permission.
Motion / time-lapse gear from Kessler Crane. kesslercrane.com. Thanks Eric and Chris, for all your help and assistance.
Shot in 1080p and 4K. 1080p version will be uploaded later.
No special effects. No composites. No CGI. Just the beauty of nature captured through the lens of the camera. 🙂
Cameras: Canon 5D Mk II, 7D, 60D.
Lenses: 14mm 2.8, 16-35 2.8, 24-70 2.8, 11-16 2.8, Celestron CPC 925 XLT Telescope (2350mm equivalent)
Equipment: Kessler Crane modified for crane lapse, pocket dolly, oracle controller, 12 ft rail track with shuttle pod, various elecktra drive motors.

Flying High: 

by Kessler Shooter and veteran nature photographer Shawn Reeder

As the title suggests,  Shawn takes you to the highest mountain tops where you’ll see snow-capped formations that frame fantastic clouds that seem to take on a life of their own. In some cases, in a blend of cloud shape and the light of the setting sun, clouds turn into what look like fire in the sky for a true effect.  But the sky is certainly not the limit on this one, as Shawn takes you even higher into space itself.  These awe-inspiring shots will show you the cosmos in a way that you’ve never seen.

Ascendance:

by Henry Jun Wah Lee

Play full screen so you can count the meteors! Shot in Joshua Tree National Park and the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest during the Perseid meteor shower. Features ancient trees, lightning, rainbows, meteors, the Milky Way, and lots of stars. Enjoy!

Music is Fields of Honor by Justin R. Durban, justindurban.com
Ascendance is a tribute to nature’s unpredictable power and beauty. I went out to film the Perseid meteor shower but I encountered so much more. When you are out there, you never know for sure what nature will bring.

Always be ready for a magical experience. 🙂
Film is shot, directed and edited by Henry Jun Wah Lee

The Urban Landscape:

by Henry Jun Wah Lee

Second preview for my upcoming time-lapse film of Los Angeles.
Griffith Park, Hollywood, Little Tokyo, Chinatown, Marina Del Rey, Downtown LA, LA County Museum of Art, Atwater Village, LA River, Highland Park.
Music: Kolnidur – Jónsi

Somewhere:

by Garrit Pieper and Ciarán Ryan

“Somewhere” is a timelapse film about the world’s natural beauty alongside man-made industrial wonders.
I am a photographer with my main focus being nature and industrial work. My colleague, Ciarán Ryan, comes from a post-production background. Our paths crossed a few years back when we worked on a few jobs together and we kept in touch. About 18 months ago we got to talking – I wanted to take my creative side further by perhaps crossing into film and Ciarán wanted to learn more about the actual production end of things rather than just working in the post side of it. We decided that time-lapse was a natural step for us to whet our appetite for film. So we are the people behind Miadox and on March 21st of 2012 we opened our doors for business.

Miadox

Confession of consumerism- Is there a cure?

Jane Brunette

Once again I would like to introduce Jane Brunette.  Who has touched upon this subject that suggest an old diet, live in harmony with Mother Earth.  Can you live with less?

Confessions of a recovering consumer

BY JANE BRUNETTE, ON JANUARY 17TH, 2012

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LATELY I’VE FOUND MYSELF nursing a deep well of grief as I daily witness how both people and the planet suffer from rampant materialism.  Since I’ve settled into a lifestyle that includes little in the way of accumulation, I can feel in my gut how unnecessary this suffering is, but something has silenced me from talking about it.  I’ve decided to risk sounding preachy, rather than let this grief stay stuck in my throat.

In the last years, I’ve been slowly removing myself from the vice-grip of consumerism — not as an idea, but as a lifeway. I gave away most of what I owned, and have lived simply in parts of the world that aren’t completely under the boot of consumer culture.  As a new orientation to life emerges in me, it has become clear that using less isn’t a punishment.  It isn’t a loss. In fact, I feel richer and more creative than ever.  My conditioned consumerism told me that I would feel deprived, but now I see this is only an illusion of the trance that I had been under since watching my first TV commercials during Saturday morning cartoons.  It’s strange I never noticed before: any sense of abundance based on personal accumulation makes me hungry.  My sense of abundance comes from a far deeper place now that I’ve left the gilded cage of the American trance for the wild forests of the soul.

I have been staying for nearly six months in a small adobe cabana in the Andes mountains, just outside of a village in Southern Ecuador.  The walls of my cabin are made from a clay that comes from this mountain.  I eat food grown locally by small farmers, eat bread baked in my neighbor’s oven, drink clean water that comes from the river thrumming over boulders in the valley below, and other than my use of internet and laptop, enjoy a lifestyle surrounded by forest, animals and neighbors, pretty much the same as people here have lived for centuries.  For the first time, I am living in a way that makes sense to my soul — a way of life that would be illegal in my home country, too simple to meet the building codes and health regulations in the United States.

Whenever I read a discussion on lifestyle changes that might help the environment, I notice how often people refer to the option of “returning to the way our ancestors lived” as some kind of curse.  All I can say is, they must have never tried it. My ancestors came from forests and villages in France and Germany, and tribal lands in North America.  I’ve largely lived a “modern” life in urban or semi-urban areas. Now, I have gotten a small, lived taste of their way of life, and have found a lot to recommend it.  Of course, I’m not suggesting this level of simplicity for everyone — we all need to find our own balance.  Before the internet, I don’t think I could have lived this way, as it would have felt too isolated from the stimulating world of ideas and cultural exchange that until recently, was largely reserved for urban people.  No doubt, in the past, some of our best ideas have come from urban environments, but let’s be honest: so have our worst, and I’m beginning to understand why.

Now that I spend the bulk of my time in wild places, when I go into urban areas, I notice that human culture feels too big there; it takes up too much psychic space, out of proportion to the truth of how things really exist.  Human culture is only a tiny part of a vast and complex ecosystem, consciousness and universe, and a modern urban life dominated by the human mind can easily distort our thinking.  If we are always in an environment where nature is confined to potted plants and carefully pruned, decorative trees, we lose the sense of perspective that comes from living closer to the elements, closer to the awe of the wild.  Given the current imbalance in the planetary ecosystem, it feels downright dangerous to have many of the influential decision-makers confining themselves largely to purely human habitats, and when the general population does the same, there is no one left to notice that something is amiss.  Maybe that’s why people have such trouble resolving the contradictions between their values and their conditioning, and caring for the natural world is often reduced to buying eco-chic clothing and putting the waste from excessive consumption into the recycling.

My reflections on this topic were recently ignited by an essay of deep emotional honesty in Orion magazine called “Confessions of a Recovering Environmentalist,” by Paul Kingsnorth.  The essay was long and thorough – not typical in our soundbite culture – and spoke eloquently of the author’s underlying despair over the current trajectory of environmental destruction, and how environmentalism has been distorted by a consumer-focussed pragmatism.  He named so much of what had been underground for me that I cried with relief as I read it.  By the end of the essay, he revealed that he had given up all hope that we as humans were big enough to solve this on our own and left for the wilderness: to walk, contemplate, and love what was still there.  Reading that ending, I felt such promise. It seems to me he took the most radical step possible: he let go of his mind’s human agendas and opened his heart to the wisdom of the wild.

His move reminded me of an exchange I witnessed years ago between a young environmental activist and the Buddhist teacher, Cealo.  The activist told him that she was feeling despair, sure we wouldn’t be able to save the earth.  Cealo replied, “You don’t have to save the earth. You just have to love it. When you love something, you take care of it.”

I often reflect on Cealo’s words, so I was surprised to find myself going numb as I settled into living in this particular forest, getting to know these particular trees.  It took me a while to figure out why: I was afraid to love the trees as much as I do — afraid it would split me open, turn my mouth into a wound.  We lose forests and forests, on top of those already lost, and if I let myself feel that love, how deep and vast and tender is my love for trees, then I will let out a wail so piercing that the agony will puncture the river valley and every heart in it.  I think I’m starting to get that these times require a warrior-level commitment to life, strong enough to risk the wail and let that love be felt, even as I look through the trees toward the deforested mountainside and remember that I am living in the lucky little survivor forest, somehow spared.

In a larger sense, this forest is already gone, and now that I have taken a step toward that warrior commitment to life, every day I spend here is full of a heartbroken appreciation that at least for today, the forest is still here, teaching me — the way it did one day when I was feeling particularly dark, not liking what I was reading in the news.  I was seeing the world as broken, the confusion too deep and stuck. Then I went outside and saw perched on a leaf a butterfly with a torn wing. It looked as though the wing had been bitten and the butterfly had escaped. I had never seen a wounded butterfly before. They had always represented successful transformation, enlightenment, a caterpillar’s fairy-tale ending. At first I felt sad, as it seemed to confirm my judgment on the state of the world, but then the butterfly fluttered its wings and took flight, unfazed by the broken wing.

As the mythologist Michael Meade put it, “The world renews itself all the time in the secrecy of forests, but also in the hearts of those who commit fully to life.”

Floyd Red Crow Westerman Speaks of this

Floyd “Red Crow” Westerman died in Dec 13th of 2007 .  The actor or musician was a leading figure in the American Indian Movement for 40 years.  His most famous role was “Chief Ten Bears” in Dances with Wolves.

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