LHG Creative Photography
The ineffable cessation of motion
...or in english for those suffering loquatiousnesslessness, lol. , a swan having landed, slows to a stop from the friction that even water brings to bear. Its the post climax comedown. The smooth cigarette after the bonk. lol
Though I like to think that underwater, his feet are stretched forward like a cartoon character braking hard on his heels.
Actually I hate pretentious photo titles. Usually just an effort to make the ordinary extraordinary, and it makes bugger all difference truth be told. This photo might as well be called "swan -a bit wet". If someone doesn't know what they are looking at and you have to give it a title to explain it, then at best its shallow wordplay, at average your probably wasting your time cos they won't get it anyway, or are sacrificing their own perception to see yours, which is only necessary at best for the tiniest of possible periods, since individuality in perception is better self-earned and all images are supposed to mean different things to different people with the possible exception of the avatar of all humanity you see on toilet doors. (Even then a hermaphrodite sees a choice according to the dress code of the day and the likelihood of a free cubicle. ) . At worst its just a crap photo begging for adulation . Don't know why people feel compelled to do it myself.
Whatever happened to that thing about a picture saying a thousand words? One can be a visual artist or photographer quite naturally without trying to sound artistic.Thats about pleasing critics, trying to appear cool. Cool is fear, and fear is failure. Rarely is it identity.
Fear only that which rips a hole in your butt if you don't run like hell.
Not a swan named for a sheep.
Now before I disappear up my own arse through irony i'm off to bed with the vague thought that the point I was trying to prove is that all of the unreal is a philosophy of ever widening circles with its only limit the amount of bullshit one is willing to believe, and how that basically describes most modern art......
You can feed caviar to pigs and pigshit to sturgeons too.
The ineffable cessation of motion
...or in english for those suffering loquatiousnesslessness, lol. , a swan having landed, slows to a stop from the friction that even water brings to bear. Its the post climax comedown. The smooth cigarette after the bonk. lol
Though I like to think that underwater, his feet are stretched forward like a cartoon character braking hard on his heels.
Actually I hate pretentious photo titles. Usually just an effort to make the ordinary extraordinary, and it makes bugger all difference truth be told. This photo might as well be called "swan -a bit wet". If someone doesn't know what they are looking at and you have to give it a title to explain it, then at best its shallow wordplay, at average your probably wasting your time cos they won't get it anyway, or are sacrificing their own perception to see yours, which is only necessary at best for the tiniest of possible periods, since individuality in perception is better self-earned and all images are supposed to mean different things to different people with the possible exception of the avatar of all humanity you see on toilet doors. (Even then a hermaphrodite sees a choice according to the dress code of the day and the likelihood of a free cubicle. ) . At worst its just a crap photo begging for adulation . Don't know why people feel compelled to do it myself.
Whatever happened to that thing about a picture saying a thousand words? One can be a visual artist or photographer quite naturally without trying to sound artistic.Thats about pleasing critics, trying to appear cool. Cool is fear, and fear is failure. Rarely is it identity.
Fear only that which rips a hole in your butt if you don't run like hell.
Not a swan named for a sheep.
Now before I disappear up my own arse through irony i'm off to bed with the vague thought that the point I was trying to prove is that all of the unreal is a philosophy of ever widening circles with its only limit the amount of bullshit one is willing to believe, and how that basically describes most modern art......
You can feed caviar to pigs and pigshit to sturgeons too.