dan abernathy - contributing to the chaos

july thirty, two thousand eight

Personal expression is one of the greatest qualities an individual can have. For those of us who

strive to be different, to not be part of the 65%, to me these are the true people. These

are the people that attract my eye.

It has been a while since I grossed anyone with a new road kill photo. This is due to the fact that their range has broadened and these critters are not hanging in the roadways as much. But for

some unlucky creatures that try to cross these flying metal gauntlets there are still casualties.

july twenty-seven, two thousand eight

I was stopped in the store the other day with the question/statement, I didn't know you were a vet? I

nodded that I was, and was a bit bewildered by the question, not knowing how they would have known. Then I was told my name was on the new monument in Sublette County. I have to say I was shocked and went down to look before it was finished. There it was big and bold. I was honored with my name on granite for serving my

country. Last Saturday I went to the dedication and it was a heart felt moment. I felt a great pride to be one of these honored men and woman that were included in the Sublette County Veteran's memorial. I also felt a since of pride know that my late father, a veteran of W.W.II, and my mother was also proud.

A growing shrine at a sacred spot.

Some sites are not worth looking at and then again some are!

july twenty, two thousand eight
Below are a bunch of photos that I have been collecting, from my camera, over the last few days.

Fremont Lake

Some things are just sick and wrong, and... real cowboys don't line dance either!

july sixth, two thousand eight

I was contacted by a friend over the words I wrote about the search I am on, the one I think we are all on. It made me think a bit more so I wanted to add that the art of living

is not about the destination, but rather the journey. Each pitfall is merely an obstacle on the trail. They affect us and make us stronger. What we have to also remember is the good times the easy parts of our life journey also make us who we are.
We are the ones, the individuals that make the choices in our lives. We are the only ones to blame and are accountable for our actions. If you do not like the situation, work on changing, but be careful as your actions can affect others. This is a slight contradiction, but when humans are near to each other, emotion and hard choices prevail.

I don't think the rough times are often as rough as they seem. What we have to do is look at it from a different direction. Change the angle and see the situation from a different perspective. Find compassion, understanding and accept people for who they are and not what you want them to be.
Here is a new 7th picture that one of my favorite people sent me. I think it might be time to get a new surge of inventory to this page as will.
Please email me your 7th photo on your cell phone and I will post them.

july forth, two thousand eight

All my life I have been in search for things that can never be found. Always looking but never seeing. Now, by looking inside, finding understanding and excepting, I’m finding what I have always been seeking. The something that we all seek, the element we all want to grasp; the contagious epidemic of complete bliss.
Though I am reaching this portal of understanding, I do not truly own it now. I have merely realized what it is that I seek. Now I have to learn how to find it completely. I know when I get a good grasp on it the impossible will become more possible, the hard more attractive, the more exotic and the difficult easier.
Once found, obtained and tasted the lust for wonder moves inward to my being which makes the thrill of searching more passionate and never ending. Life is the residue of this effort.

This image is another one that I found while at the lake. Again it says a lot about enjoying life.

A new addition to the ink projects I am putting together. I find it interesting the reaction I get from asking people to shot their skin art. Some want it done, some wonder why I am doing it and others want to keep it personal. This is by no means any judgment, it is not right or wrong, just different reactions.

As the heat of summer builds up, so do the people at the lake. I go there every night and often times run into old friends, new friends and people that become friends.

Some nights I don’t run into anyone and that is good to. After getting out of the water it is nice to just back and reflect on what it is all about.

july secound, two thousand eight

I was at the lake over the weekend, drinking margaritas and visiting with a close friend that to much time has passed between our last visit. While we were watching the sun sit over the lake and enjoying a blissful evening. I saw this girl walk out on the dock. It was a moment that I could not let go. This is the type of image we all wait to see, one that needs no cut line, only a pair of eyes to see and develop your own story.

june twenty secound, two thousand eight

Yesterday was the beginning of summer and I started my water ritual of "washing the day away."

It has been a long tome waiting and the feeling that came over me was euphoric as ever. I stood on my rock and looked into the deep blue, clear, cold water, dropped my towel and dove in feeling all the shit from the past months peel of my naked body. I came up out of the water giddy as ever. Now writing today I can't wait to get back to the lake and do it again. The water was cold, so cold that my man parts hit my backbone searching for warmth, but the feeling was grand and after I stood for a moment in the sun I dove back in for another cleansing. This is my religious ritual that I warship to everyday.

A high water shot of my diving rock.

Amidst my quest of tattoo photographs I had one walk into the door the other day. It was ink, but only henna ink. This little piece of art was on the leg of my friend Connie, so I shot it to add to the collection.

june twenty first, two thousand eight

As the readers of this blog know I started a tribute to the Tramp Stamp. I am still looking for, and collecting images. Along this pleasurable road I have seen many cool tattoos on women that I have been left with little choice but to

broaden my collection. Now I'm not only looking for the infamous Tramp Stamp, but also cool images of ink to start a new gallery of tattoo photos. As for all the galleries on this site I shoot everything myself so if you have something cool find me so I can add it.

Never going anyplace without my cameras I find images in many different places and at many different times. One never knows what is going to make an image, so a shooter has to have a camera with them at all times. Nothing pisses a photographer off more then to miss a shot and if that reason is due to not having your equipment with you then shame on you.
Images are not always right to shoot and sometimes you have to come back, but never stop consistently looking. When the lights right, shoot it. I don't remember how many times I have stopped on the side of the road, wondered down some trail or street looking for what many walk on by, trying for an image. I know this part of who I am and to stop it, or to stop any of the passion that I have is excepting defeat and that is not who I am. I have to fallow my heart, and often times this takes me to places that are different, but always interesting.
Window, reflections and golden light. I looked at this window for a long time until the sun started to dance on it.

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