The Fezziwig News by Stu Jenks

All 8 1/2" x 11" A/P archival pigment prints by Stu Jenks for $25, shipping, handling and taxes included...

Image: "Queen Esther Baptist Church, Lancaster, Virginia" (c) 2011 Stu Jenks (Just down River Road from Victoria's house. Love that luscious red carpet. And for you nocturnals out there, it was handheld. Rare for me.)

In this time of making photos on iPhones and Macbook Pros and only looking on screens, I forget I'm a old-school guy. I make a 8 1/2 x 11 work print on archival paper of EVERY image I make. EVERY one. It's the only way, for me, to accurately check for color shift, density, composition, etc. I really like my iPad screen but it's no way to make a good print.

And I have hundreds, if not thousands, of work prints artist proofs at my studio.

If you see an image of mine on The StuBlog or on my old website or on the Fezziwig Press Store or in any of my books, there's a beautiful small print in a box somewhere, perhaps with your name on it. And since I'm organized, I can find it.

Many of you can't afford my larger prints. I understand. I don't have an extra 50 or 100 lying around either. But I do have an extra $20 for stuff I really like.

So if you see an image of mine on any of my sites or in any of my books and you want it, it's yours for $25, shipping, handling and tax included. (I believe in paying taxes, sales and otherwise.)

Just email me at my facebook page or through the StuBlog or at stujenks@gmail.com, and tell me what print you would like or just pull the jpeg and send that to me.

I was just watching the Tarhells lose today in basketball, working on images at my computer when I thought, 'I bet people don't realize I have boxes of work prints here.'

You all do now.

Love and light,

Stu

p.s. Ignore the catagories belows. The computer went wacky. Another reason why I prefer a print in the hand as opposed to an image in The Cloud.

...this and that, from Oklahoma, Arizona, New Mexico and Colorado...

I'm just going to put these images up on the StuBlog and say very little. Some are good, some not-so-good, some in-between. Some from last week, some from last year. Enjoy.

All images copyrighted by Stu Jenks, 2012.

And may tender arms keep you warm this winter.

That Force nor Fate can me displease, for Old Long Syne...

My Heart is ravisht with delight,
when thee I think upon;
All Grief and Sorrow takes the flight,
and speedily is gone;
The bright resemblance of thy Face,
so fills this, Heart of mine;
That Force nor Fate can me displease,
for Old long syne.

Old Long Syne, by James Watson (1711) [This is not the Robert Burns version of the song. The Image is Snow Dead Trees by Stu Jenks]

Happy 2012. I do not expect the world to end this year, as some say some Aztecs predicted, but this mortal world would end for me if I die in 2012, but I don't expect that to happen. But you never know. Life is fragile and fleeting. All I know for sure is I'm alive today, listening to my wind chimes ring in the mid morning wind while I type. Happy 2012.

Now available, on the Apple IPad: The Transpersonal Papers (1861-2010) and Bozo In Love

Been a long time coming for The Transpersonal Papers (1861-2010).

Three editors, two proofreaders, two designers, four printers, and hours, days, weeks, months, years, lifetimes, (I know I'm overstating), of writing, traveling, shooting, editing, remembering, hiking, and more writing, shooting, and editing, but I'm not complaining. No, no, no.

And apologies for not having the dough right now, to print The Transpersonal Papers as a coffee-table book as I had originally planned. ($10,000, it would have cost. Maybe someday.) But you now can buy it, for $14.95, as an Ebook on the Apple IPad, and I expect it to be available within a couple days on the Nook and the Kindle as well.

I just looked at it on my new IPad. The photos, text and design look grand.

And as an extra surprise, Bozo In Love is now up on IBooks too, ($9.95), as well as the rest of my catalog: Flame Spirals, Hoop Dancing, and Dementia Blues, on IBooks, Nook and Kindle.

Just in time for Christmas.

And don't worry. All but The Transpersonal Papers can still be bought as a book book through Fezziwig Press. I have plenty. Just go to www.fezziwigpressonline.com, for the hardbounds and paperbacks, but go to ITunes, today, (and Kindle and Nook, soon) for the ebooks.

Heavy sigh from my third story apartment balcony. I look out onto the Tucson city lights in the valley below. Cold, dry air embraces me. I inhale deeply. Exhale.

A very good night in the desert.

Think I'll make a cup of coffee with egg nog and play some Angry Birds on my new IPad.

Time to celebrate.

 

"9,400 Feet"

"9,400 Feet, Boulder Mountain, Utah" (c) 2011 Stu Jenks

[Happy St. Patrick's Day, y'all]

"Time To Remember The Poor"

Below are three different versions of this traditional English/Nova Scotian/North Carolinian song. There are many different lyrics for this winter's song, but I've chosen a hybrid of old and new lines. No matter the version, the message is explicitly clear. Remember the poor, especially at this cold, dark time of the year.

The first version is by Debra Cowan, the second by Jennifer Cutting's Ocean Orchestra, and the third by Waterson Cathey. And the Sequoia tree image was photographed by me. Remember.

Download 10 The Snow Is On the Ground

Download 09 Time to Remember the Poor

Download 12 Time to Remember the Poor

 

Time To Remember The Poor

(Traditional English, Nova Scotian, North Carolinian song.)

Cold winter is come with its cold chilling breath
And the leaves have all dropped from the trees.
And all Nature seems touched by the finger of death
And the streams are beginning to freeze.
When the hills and the dales are all covered with white
And the flora attends us no more.
When you are enjoying a good fireside
That's the time to remember the poor.

When the north wind’s ascending and chilling the ground
And the sportsman again shooting go.
When the happy young lads o’er the river’s can slide
And the icicles hang at your door.
When our lips and our fingers are trembling with cold
And the rivers are froze on the shore.
When the bright twinkling stars they proclaim the cold night
That’s the time to remember the poor.

When the poor timid hare is tracked to the woods
With his footsteps indented in snow.
And the Robin Redbreast, he approaches your cot.
And in danger, the travelers go.
When your minds are annoyed by the wide swelling flood
And the bridges are useful no more.
When your bowl smokes with something reviving and hot,
That’s the time to remember the poor.

Soon a day it will come when our Savior will see
All nations shall join in one voice.
All the world shall unite to salute the sweet morn
All the ends of the Earth shall rejoice.
When grim death's deprived of its killing sting
And the grave rules triumphant no more
Saints, Angels and men Hallelujah shall sing
That’s the time to remember the poor.
Saints, Angels and men Hallelujah shall sing
Then the rich must remember the poor.

 

"Paris" by Cedric Klapisch

 


Stu's One Sentence Review of "Paris":

Love, sex, laughter, death, beauty, fear, hope, fruit, vegetables, bagettes, and Juliette Binoche in Paris in Winter; What's not to like?

"Capitol Reef Pictorialist"

"Capitol Reef Pictorialist, Utah" (c) 2010 Stu Jenks

"A Hawk at Zion"

"A Hawk at Zion Canyon, Utah" (c) 2010 Stu Jenks

"Finger Rock in Snow"

"Finger Rock in Snow, Tucson, Arizona" (c) 2010 Stu Jenks