Boonemyster Digital Art & Photography

My Young Apprentice,    I received your letter this morning; You write that you have met a woman who you are very interested in knowing better. You write that your mother says she is a gift from heaven; and you ask: “How do you know if a girl truly cares for you or whether she is a Harlot and is only interested in stealing your soul.    You have asked me such questions on many occasions compels me to write you with this recommendation; though am hesitant, as I treasure your soul, and wish that no harm should befall you. But alas, I fear you will seek her out and will follow her too far to find out your answer.    So, my Young Apprentice, take my words and bind them in your heart that you might be spared her poison if she should strike you while you are intoxicated under her spell. So, investigate your mother's assumptions if you dare; but be advised to heed my words and who knows what you may learn. Be wise Young Apprentice, it is your soul that is a...

For me abandoned places are not places of gloom, but are only vessels holding the past in the present.  I find them both mysterious and beautiful, speaking volumes to the heart of my soul.  This picture depicts a place, once only existing in my mind, and now brought to life in yours, how marvelous!. I hear that in many places in the world abandoned cathedrals are taking new shape. Many are being transformed into hotels, flea markets, coffee shops, and the like; and some engulfed, encroached by the present, as in my fictional picture of Duke Chapel, in Durham, NC., deteriorating and overrun by their changing surroundings.  Some may think this morbid, but for some like me, they experience an awakening to the realities of life and death, here and not here.  I learned the shortness of life, and the final exhale of death; and learned to get on with life. I now look upon the past and its passing as a celebration of life knowing, at least I lived to consider it. ~JB~

When I first did this piece I had my mind on the narcotics problem we face in America, especially the drug this piece is named after. Now as we face a pandemic requiring people all over the world to wear a breathing mask it takes on new meaning for me. Those who are addicted to Oxycontin and the like are suffering right now as their suppliers are facing the same unseen killer the world wrestles against. While lack of availability is a unique opportunity to come clean, it comes at a very high risk to the addicted; physically and psychologically. Having been legally addicted to Oxycontin and a number of other pain meds over the years managing my chronic pain condition I have become personally familiar with withdrawal; the crawling of my skin and the climbing of the walls in my bathroom scared me and my family more than one night. John Lennon's song " Cold Turkey " best represented the struggle of those who go Cold Turkey, whatever the reason the experience is real an...

I took this picture on a cold winter day in 2016 at  Flushing Meadows Park in Corona, New York. Corona is a small town in Queens and is best known for the " Lemon Ice King " featured at the end of the trailer for the sitcom " The King of Queens ". I grew up within walking distance of both the park and my favorite year-round snack. Having just finished the flavor of the week I came upon a folk of seagulls by the lake. I named the main subject of this picture Jonathan because it was the first thing that came out of my mouth as I quickly knelt down, focused, and took the shot. I first read about Jonathan in the '70s while attending Halsey Junior High School P.S. 157 in Rego Park, N.Y. while in 7th grade. I remember him soaring above the clouds, ever seeking greater heights. In my mind's eye, I flew next to him dreaming of what would come to me in life if I were as bold as Jonathan. Now over 45 years later I still seek greater heights in my understanding o...