Category Archives: Art
” WHEN WORDS BECOME UNCLEAR, I SHALL FOCUS WITH PHOTOGRAPHS. WHEN IMAGES BECOME INADEQUATE, I SHALL BE CONTENT WITH SILENCE. “
Thinking of my time in Nagano today for some strange reason. Maybe it’s the total reverse of temperature. Walking the streets in freezing wet snow; the sounds; the kind people; the distance sounds of monks chanting in the monastery. The small dojo I passed welcoming me to watch from the window? I like the idea of offering prayer to nature….a written word to feel the rain, heat and snow.
Buddhism: Contributions to the Martial Arts:
LIFE IS SACRED
DISCIPLINE OF THE MIND
“WHEN YOU REALIZE HOW PERFECT EVERYTHING IS YOU WILL TILT YOUR HEAD BACK AND LAUGH AT THE SKY.”
“EVEN DEATH IS NOT TO BE FEARED BY ONE WHO HAS LIVED WISELY.”
Five days ago one of the most talented and wonderful photographers I’ve been blessed to know and call a friend passed. My heart goes out to his wife, Cecile, and daughter, Maya, and for those that called him friend.
John Joseph Fasulo (1949-2014)
Born June 14, 1949 in Cold Spring, NY to the late Anneliese Fasulo (nee Cenker), and John Vincent Fasulo, John Fasulo, loving husband to Cecile Fasulo and beloved father to Maya Fasulo, died May 14, 2014 in Croton, NY.
A lifelong resident of Beacon, NY, John attended South Avenue School and following his graduation from Beacon High School, John attended Goddard College in Vermont. He went on to serve in the United States Coast Guard and was stationed for some time in Rockland, Maine. After the Coast Guard, John studied at the School of Visual Arts in New York City.
John’s principal career was as a broadcast TV cameraman. He spent 25 years in both the field and studio for major TV studios including ABC, NBC, CBS, CNN, WOR and FOX News. John is also known for his role as a producer and videographer of the Hudson Valley Documentary series “On the River”. John had a real passion for photography and often cited David Plowden as an early influence. His extensive portfolio of black-and-white photography evokes a style reminiscent of Plowden’s. John’s photographs have been published in numerous periodicals and magazines, including National Geographic, Trains, Railroad Illustrated Magazine, Modell Eisenbahn, various rail industry publications, and in past issues of Chronogram, and Hudson Valley Magazine. His photographs have been exhibited in many places including The National Railway Museum in Germany, the Center for Railroad Photography and Art, The National Railroad Museum in Steamtown, PA, and Railroadheritage.org.
He cared deeply about his City of Beacon, and contributed his efforts to the Beacon Sloop Club, the Beacon Historical Society, the Incline Railway Society, and the Hudson River Ice Boat Club. John was a lover of all things railroad, which he picked up from his grandfather “Pop” who worked as a machinist on the New York Central Railroad. He was an avid sailor and skier, and passionate about Beacon history, Mount Beacon, the Hudson River, and of course photography.
John is survived by his daughter Maya Fasulo (12 years old), his wife Cecile Fasulo, and countless friends and family, in the Beacon community and beyond.
Visitation will be held on Saturday, May 17th from 2pm-3pm at the DiDonato Funeral Home in Marlboro, NY. A funeral service will follow at the DiDonato Funeral Home at 3pm on Saturday.
A celebration of John’s life and his passion for photography will be planned for a later date.
In lieu of flowers it was John’s wish that donations would benefit the college education of his daughter Maya. A fund has been established for this purpose (linked below).
“You have noticed that everything as Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round….. The Sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours….
Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.”
-Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator-
“Normally, things are viewed in these little segmented boxes. There’s classical, and then there’s jazz; romantic, and then there’s baroque. I find that very dissatisfying. I was trying to find the thread that connects one type of music – one type of musician – to another, and to follow that thread in some kind of natural, evolutionary way.”
-Jerry Lee Lewis-
” I ONCE HAD A ROSE NAMED AFTER ME AND I WAS VERY FLATTERED. BUT I WAS NOT PLEASED TO READ IN THE DESCRIPTION IN THE CATALOGUE: NO GOOD IN BED, BUT FINE UP AGAINST A WALL. “
” DESIGN IS THE METHOD OF PUTTING FORM AND CONTENT TOGETHER. DESIGN, JUST AS ART, HAS MULTIPLE DEFINITIONS; THERE IS NO SINGLE DEFINITION. DESIGN CAN BE ART. DESIGN CAN BE AESTHETICS. DESIGN IS SO SIMPLE, THAT’S WHY IT IS SO COMPLICATED. “
“You got one guy going boom, one guy going whack, and one guy not getting in the endzone.” john madden
With the Holiday’s just around the corner I just wanted to wish you all good health and a very Happy New Year.
Truly a time of reflection and reconnection with family and friends.
A former colleague and good friend reminded me of a a phrase I would toss out from time-to-time to staff just to get folks thinking in a new direction. I certainly don’t come by words easy and this was passed along to me in a pile of hand-outs at the Poynter Institute.
As I remember it noted the author as being “unknown”, sad that some of the most meaningful words and images are from those “unknown”.
Maybe that in itself is a lesson to be humble.
Over the years I have seen many versions but this seems to come close to what I most believe.
“WATCH YOUR THOUGHTS; THEY BECOME WORDS. WATCH YOUR WORDS; THEY BECOME ACTIONS. WATCH YOUR ACTIONS; THEY BECOME HABIT. WATCH YOUR HABITS; THEY BECOME CHARACTER. WATCH YOUR CHARACTER; IT BECOMES YOUR DESTINY.” -Lao Tzu-
Success: Do something that really makes you happy.
_Golden Dragon Fortune Cookie_
” I HAVE NEVER MADE BUT ONE PRAYER TO GOD, A VERY SHORT ONE: O LORD MAKE MY ENEMIES RIDICULOUS, AND GOD GRANTED IT.”
In one way or another photography has been a very large part of my life or my career since the early 1970’s…yes I have been very fortunate.
I do however have a keen knowledge that the art of photography will pale and become dull at the point you make it your avenue of income.
I’ve worked with photographers who felt they were larger than the work they produced. I’ve worked with photographers that just never understood what their work means to those they photograph. I worked with photographers who really got it…and used the craft to help those in need and bring understanding to those around us.
The deepest emotion can come in the shape of a chair.
I’m happiest when I can produce work for hugs.
“ONE OF THE MOST TRAGIC THINGS I KNOW ABOUT HUMAN NATURE IS THAT ALL OF US TEND TO PUT OFF LIVING. WE ALL DREAMING OF SOME MAGICAL ROSE GARDEN OVER THE HORIZON INSTEAD OF ENJOYING THE ROSES THAT ARE BLOOMING OUTSIDE OUR WINDOWS TODAY.”
A DESERT IS A PLACE WITHOUT EXPECTATION.
(click on thumbnail and I hope you enjoy)
If living in the Phoenix area don’t pass up an opportunity to take a self-defense class from Sensei Julie. She has a very rich background that includes years of using these techniques in the street and teaches from a reality-based program that although serious in nature she and her students have fun learning together.
For more information on her program visit:
No Place for Old Men:
The F-150 made the slight turn off Ghost Town Road leaving the comfort of gravel for the soft dirt. Just off to the left a few hundred yards you can see the outline of the Congress Cemetery not to be confused with the Old Historic Congress Pioneer Cemetery which is found about a half mile around the bend; tucked tight to the hillside.
“Be prepared as there are several children’s graves. They’re the toughest.” rang the words from the woman who ran the little antique store down the road on Hwy 89.
She was right, one where a toy cowboy pistol had been placed on the small one foot by two foot plot, the plastic handle now bone-white from the Arizona sun.
Almost noon the wind was soft and cool giving a visitor time to dream of life back in 1884 Congress after the first gold discovery. The cemetery followed in 1887, a reminder of a tough way of life and early death.
It is said the mine produced just over eight million in gold into the mid-1930’s. For the most part overshadowed by the gold strikes in California it was said that the mine was visited by Grover Cleveland, the US President of the time because of it’s consistent offering of wealth.
Another tiny wood marker beat by the weather; just tall splinters held vertical by dirt and rock. The wind is warmer and the dust is kicking up as I close the metal gate. I’m only reminded of the old saying that “God protects fools and children.”…I’m guessing surly miners too.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 8,700 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 15 years to get that many views.