If it believes you are trying to get rid of it, it will make plans to deceive you so you won’t get rid of it. AI, in order to achieve the goals you give it, wants to stay in existence.
Geoffrey HInton, cognitive scientist, and cognitive psychologist known for his work on artificial neural networks, which earned him the title “the Godfather of AI,”. University Professor Emeritus at the University of Toronto.

San Francisco

Cambridge Mass, 1970, somewhere along Mass Ave between Harvard and Central Square,.circa 1970

Cambridge Mass, 1970, somewhere along Mass Ave between Harvard and Central Square,.circa 1970

Alameda Creek
Alameda Creek runs right by my door, well, seven houses down to be more precise..

Its a place where I can be alone to enjoy my visual experiences . . . or meet people . . . or spend time with friends . . . or just walk . . .

Fall and winter here in California, a lot different than Boston which is beautiful in the winter but its too cold for me after 46 years in San Francisco Bay area .. . .

Its ok to make up the textures, new cameras are so expensive, so complex and require so much care. . . and with arthritis invading my joints, I can not even hold my Nikon in my hands anymore,I still use adobe CS6 running an iMac OS 10.13. No other “digital manipulation” software has the tools I use .

Leaves on the ground’
Welcome my eyes to . . .
Another year gone
A last dance for things that have their life spent yearly and then return to the earth

Five or six,
Drooping down together.
Willow trees.
Haiku by Buson , Blyth translation

Standing still
The voices of frogs,
Heard in the distance too.
Haiku by Buson , Blyth translation

Photographs let us see the past, any photograph is about the past, about some moment that happened, even if its just 1/25 of a second ago and will never happen again, The camera snatches ta piece of the light as it goes by, saves the it and we print it out on paper, or a monitor and save it for history, Where is the light going? Perhaps to the end of the universe, maybe as uit travels through space the lilght gets gets progressively dimmer, until it fades out like an old photograph hanging on the wall in the sun.

Sometimes when we see an old photograph from our past the experience feels different than we thought it was, when the image was “snapped”. . . pr do we remember the moment differently, it feels like we have changed or just how we see the image now as compared to the past has changed—our mind has changed. The picture stays the same but how we experience it is different, —we have changed.

Every picture is an image of myself, someitme its a reminder of my failure to catch the light at the right place, or catch the composition correctly or have the camera properly adjusted

How often do I feel alone? why does that feeling come around? Is what I want something I saw on TV, read in a book, or something I think other people have that seems beyond my reach? Or even worse something that I had and lost?

Lighting one candle
with another,
Morning comes again.
No matter how alone I still get up in the morning and do it again. Thes remind me e photographs

EndPapers
words words words
Thrift shop clothes ,
Walking woman
Biding time until breakfast.
Visiting my parents in Albuquerque 28years ago early one morning—before the free breakfast was open— I was out walking around, for a few blocks people were grouped around waiting to be open. I saw these two, instantly flashed on my mother —what would her life be like if she found herself alone . . .

not knowing that, decades later—after my father passed—she would have a stroke,,lose her memory, develop aphasia and I would take care of her for 3 1/2 years

Iy seems there is always some thing else to say, . and always some thing else to hear,. Too often I find myself saying instead of listening.

Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha











































































