I don’t photograph life. I affirm it!


The days feel long when you move your body along.
Life passes you by when you live on standby.
To be outside is where I thrive—anytime I spend inside, I feel my soul slowly die.
When you’re moving your physical body—walking, observing, and creating upon the canvas that is the world—you exist in the eternal now, outside the passage of time.
We have a past. We have a future. But these things are not our concern.
As photographers, we possess the superpower to create something from nothing—to give meaning to the mundane. Through this creative and spontaneous act, we can build a new world in a fraction of a second.
Maybe you can’t live forever,
but at least you can make a photograph.

To move onward into the unknown—articulating it, giving form to the formless, putting order to chaos, and striving to elevate the spirit of life upwards.

Would you rather be locked away in an ivory tower for 8 hours per day making 1 million dollars per day—or spend 8 hours per day walking, exploring, and creating freely from a deep state of power and vitality?
When you’re overpowered and full of vitality, you cannot be tamed—you have to unleash and exert your will to power throughout the entirety of the day out of necessity, unbounded by modern societal expectations and validation.

Memento mori is a Latin phrase that means “Remember that you will die.”
It’s a philosophical reminder of mortality, urging people to live meaningfully, humbly, and with awareness of life’s impermanence. It was used by the Stoics, medieval monks, and artists to provoke reflection on the fleeting nature of earthly pleasures and the importance of virtue and spiritual preparation.
What’s poppin, people? It’s Dante.
Currently photographing this beautiful—
Excuse me—
This beautiful sculpture on a rainy morning here in the Centennial Arboretum, surrounded by natural trees and peaceful surroundings.
I’m in a garden right now.
This is paradise.
Welcome to the Garden of Eden.

This is a difficult photo to make considering the lighting… but yeah.
Today’s thought is about stream of consciousness.
What does that mean in photography?
Let’s see if the fig tree is going to bear fruit soon…
Wow, they’re already starting to bloom. The fig tree is growing.
As I watch these figs bear fruit, it reminds me that everything’s changing, that we too are growing.
Physiologically, our cells replenish during sleep. Our muscles grow through:
We tear the fibers and rebuild. We repeat.
Everything is in flux.
Just last week, this fig tree was barren—now it’s blooming.

As I snapshot the figs, leaves, dew drops, and surroundings,
I’m simply following my inner curiosity.
I’m following my heart, actually.
Maybe to evoke your stream of consciousness…
You must shut off your mind.
Even as I say these thoughts, I’m not thinking. My lips are just moving. I’m speaking from the heart.
When making pictures, the best and most authentic photos come from that irrational side of the brain—
The gut. The intuition. The heart.
Don’t shoot with your rational mind.
Shoot with your irrational pull—
That gravitational tug in your gut.
That’s how you evoke stream of consciousness in an image.
It just rained. I took out the umbrella.
Now it stopped.
Everything is changing.
Weather. Seasons. Emotions.
No two days, no two moments will ever be the same.
This fleeting passage of time—
It’s beautiful to capture in a photograph.

I’m not photographing with a theme.
I’m not looking for anything in particular.
I’m creating a visual diary—
A record of what my heart saw that day.
On display in my photographs is my spirit.
Photography becomes a spiritual act—
Uplifting the ordinary to the extraordinary.
Snapshotting your way through life places you in the eternal now.
You move through the world outside of time—
Not stuck in past or future.
You may not live forever…
But at least you can make a photograph.

Creation is play.
Snapshot your day.
Then we can reveal the authentic voice of the artist.
This is my will to power.
Nietzsche once wrote in Thus Spoke Zarathustra about the Übermensch.
To become the Übermensch is to become the ultimate creator.
It’s not just physical power.
It’s creative power.
It’s returning to Eden, picking up the flaming swords—
And creating anew.

Let go of destination.
Let go of outcome.
Detachment = Freedom.
Photograph what your gut tells you to photograph.
Embrace the unknown.
Embrace chaos—
Then put order to it in your frame.
That’s the artist’s duty.
Go forward headfirst with courage.
“Cor” — the Latin root of heart.
Wear your heart on your sleeve—
That’s what shows up in the photo.
A photograph isn’t confined to the four corners of the frame.
Life is outside the frame.
Outside the box.
A photographer needs:
Shut down your rational mind.
Stop trying to depict the world as it is.
Depict the world as it could be.
As it feels.
Everything is in flux.
Now it’s raining again.
Time to shield the Ricoh—
Yo Samuel Lintaro, we need a Ricoh Rugged.
Imagine a Ricoh that’s indestructible like a GoPro.
That’d be wild.
I crossed the stream just in time.
Maybe some of my thoughts made sense—
Maybe some didn’t.
That’s okay.
That’s stream of consciousness.
Embrace it in your photography. Stop overthinking. Snapshot your day like a visual diary.
Photograph what calls to you.
Photograph with courage.
Photograph with heart.
Photograph from your gut.
Photograph your soul—let that be what reflects in your images.
Don’t get stuck on decisions.
Just move.
Just flow.

Let’s go to the Japanese House real quick before I end the video.
This is the Garden of Eden.
No flaming swords… but there’s a gate. And it’s closed.
Before I go—
I’m starting a new book today.
Paradise Lost by John Milton.
Been reading a lot of poetry lately.
And you know what?
Paradise has not been lost.
You just have to pick up the flaming swords and destroy order to create anew.
Paradise is within.
It’s in your heart.
The rain, the cold, the wet clothes—
They could make me miserable.
But when paradise lives in your heart…
Nothing can break your spirit.
You don’t have to travel far to make a photo.
You just have to follow your stream of consciousness.
And keep walking.
Dante Sisofo’s approach to health and fitness is rooted in vitality, discipline, and mastery—not aesthetics or ego. The body is not for show, but a sacred vessel for carrying out one’s creative and spiritual purpose. Every aspect of health—movement, nourishment, rest, and sunlight—is aligned with nature, not convenience.
He embraces a primal lifestyle, living in tune with the rhythms of the earth, the sun, and the body’s natural intelligence.
The ultimate goal: to have the vitality to never miss another sunrise again—
to rise each day full of strength, presence, and power to create as an artist.
Rainy day in Philadelphia. What’s poppin, people? It’s Dante. Getting my morning started here in the Centennial Arboretum.
Rainy day. Check it out. It’s beautiful.

What does that mean?
So we are flesh creatures. We cut, we bleed, we feel sorrow, pain, and greed. We lust for the flesh of others. And we are imperfect by design.
And that imperfection—I find it beautiful.
The fact that we have a timeline…
We have an expiration date…
And that we will—and must—die.
“When you’re photographing life, maybe it’s best to remind ourselves that we are finite.”
Maybe it’s best to remind the viewer of the photograph that they, too, will die.
Which may sound morbid and morose—but it’s actually beautiful and uplifting to the spirit.
When I remind myself of this very fact, it fuels me with a love and zest and enthusiasm for life itself, where I recognize health as our ultimate sign of wealth.

It’s about championing the everyday, the mundane existence of our lives, and those small moments that otherwise go unnoticed.
Moments that remind us we are:
Moments of:

“The photographs that showcase the complexities of life—its ups and downs, smiles and frowns—those are the best photographs we can make. For that is what it means to be human.”

So through the process of snapshotting my way through life using a compact camera like the Ricoh GR—
got the Ricoh shirt on, it’s my favorite shirt—
I keep this idea in mind.
Today is my birthday. I turned 29 years old.
And so I remind myself—I’m one year older now.

I know about this physiological phenomenon called epigenetics. And I think:
If I stay in this park for the rest of my life…
Stay fasted all day…
Eat satiating foods…
Get good sleep…
Yeah—I might just make it to 121.
Surpassing Moses.

So we are here in the park.
The leaves have bloomed.
The flowers are lush.
The rain is falling.
The trees are growing.
And they, too, will fall.
One day—they will die.
“A lot of the time, I spend my time in the park picking up dead trees.”
Branches break.
Leaves wither.
They wash away.
They perish.
So I think that through photographing these things—the withering, dying, and decaying—
Whether natural things or people…
We can evoke the philosophy of impermanence in our photography.
Think about how you can evoke the imperfection of life in your work.
Think about how you can remind the viewer—they are finite.
“For I believe that can light a spark in the viewer. That can elevate their spirit.”
And through that recognition, they’re looking at a photograph…
A slice of time, immortalized.
Maybe…
Maybe that can inspire.
Maybe that can motivate.
Maybe it can remind them to:
And yeah—
“Maybe you can’t live forever… but at least you can make a photograph.”

by John Milton
Penguin Classics Edition
Paradise Lost is a 17th-century epic poem in blank verse that tells the story of the fall of man, inspired by the biblical narrative in Genesis. Written by John Milton after he had gone blind, the poem is a monumental work of English literature, aiming to “justify the ways of God to men.”
The poem is divided into 12 books, echoing Virgil’s Aeneid. The narrative moves fluidly between:
“Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.” — Satan, Book I
“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.” — Satan, Book I
“Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.” — God, Book III
Paradise Lost is more than just a retelling of Genesis—it is a theological, political, and philosophical epic that reflects Milton’s deep engagement with scripture, rebellion, and the human condition. Despite Satan’s seductive rhetoric, the poem ultimately celebrates obedience, redemption, and the mysterious justice of God.
The word cherubim (plural of cherub) comes from the Hebrew word כְּרוּב (kerūv, singular) and כְּרוּבִים (kerūvîm, plural). Here’s a breakdown of its etymology and historical context:
Etymology:
- Hebrew: kerūv (כְּרוּב) — a type of celestial being mentioned frequently in the Hebrew Bible.
- Akkadian Origin: Likely derived from the Akkadian word karabu, meaning “to bless” or “to be great/mighty,” and related to kurību, a term used for intercessory beings (such as protective spirits or throne bearers).
- Greek/Latin Transmission:
- Greek: Χερουβίμ (cheroubím) — transliteration of the Hebrew plural.
- Latin: cherubim — adopted directly from Greek for use in the Vulgate Bible.
Meaning and Role:
- In the Bible, cherubim are not “baby angels” (as in Renaissance art), but rather powerful and majestic beings who:
- Guard sacred spaces, such as the Garden of Eden (Genesis 3:24).
- Support the throne of God (Ezekiel’s vision).
- Appear in the Ark of the Covenant, whose lid (the mercy seat) is flanked by golden cherubim.
So, the root idea is that cherubim are guardians and intermediaries, linked etymologically to blessing, protection, and divine majesty.
What’s poppin people? It’s Dante, currently out on the streets of Philadelphia—walking down Samson Street, observing angles, textures, and thinking about something important:
Why you should photograph more than just people in your street photography.

When I’m out photographing, I don’t just look for people. I look at infrastructure, buildings, abandoned lots, and how things change. Like today—there’s the Blue Cross building in the background, and I’m using a fence to frame it in a new way.
It becomes a fun challenge:
How can I frame the same thing over and over and still find novelty?
That’s what street photography is to me.
“Find infinite complexity in the street—even when it feels mundane.”

Sometimes photography feels like a chore. But that’s only if you walk the same lane every day without looking deeper.
Hold your camera differently. Use:
Unlocking new visual perspectives unlocks mental ones too.
I walk in Vibram FiveFingers ELX.
Barefoot-style. Minimal. Intentional.
“When you walk barefoot, you slow down. You feel the ground. And when you feel the ground, you start to notice textures—on the walls, on the streets, everywhere.”
Photography becomes tactile.
It’s not just light and shadow—it’s texture.

When I shoot in black and white, I strip the world of color and:
“Achieve more novelty by abstracting reality.”
It forces me to pay closer attention—to texture, to form, to feeling.
If you’re curious about how I shoot:
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We often limit ourselves because we’ve studied photo books or modern trends too much. But:
Follow your curiosity, not the crowd.
There’s real science to this:
“Walking new streets rewires your brain. It builds new neural pathways.”
Even just switching sides of the street opens up a fresh perspective. The mundane becomes new.

Lately, I’ve been moving beyond candid people shots—photographing:
“I’m trying to make something out of nothing. That’s more fun.”

The goal isn’t perfection. It’s to press the shutter.
To say yes to life.
“Each click is a question. Each photo is curiosity. That’s the cycle.”
This process:
That’s the journey.
Street photography demands presence.
It requires you to:
“The camera becomes an extension of your body.”

When you move, you enter the flow state.
In that state, you:
“Follow what makes you enthusiastic. That’s where you find truth.”
I want to stay an amateur.
I never want to feel like I’ve “done it all.”
“Each day is day one. Each photo could be my last.”
That gratitude changes everything.
It makes each shutter click feel sacred.
Forget yesterday’s photo. It’s over.
The only one that matters?
Your next photo.

Sometimes I photograph decay—like textures fading on a wall. It reminds me:
“I, too, am a finite flesh creature. I cut, I bleed. I lust. I feel sorrow. I am imperfect.”
And that’s okay.
“Maybe you can’t live forever—but at least you can make a photograph.”
So here’s the message:
“Just take your camera for the ride and snapshot your way through life.”
Walk aimlessly. Embrace the unknown.
And maybe—just maybe—you’ll put some order into the chaos and make something beautiful.