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A picture as a metaphor for the new year - we are setting off into an uncertain future.
All the best for 2022!
I hope that you all stay healthy and can live in peace.
darkness swallows light
the hunger inside us all
would devour the earth
This sounds very dark I know...
But I showed a friend this image
and they led me to the Norse myths
around the wolves Fenir, Sköll, and Hati Hróðvitnisson.
Sköll (meaning treachery) chases the sun during the day.
Hati Hróðvitnisson (meaning hatred of enemies) chases the moon.
At the end of time Fenir devours the cosmos.
The cosmos begins again...
A myth. And a metaphor :-)
Forth Road Bridge 13 Dec 2015
The FRB is shrouded in all kinds of things - fog, political smokescreens, uncertainty, to name but a few.
Hopefully the bridge really will open again on 04 January 2016. I feel most sorry for the cancer patients having to travel miles extra for daily treatment in Edinburgh.
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No one remembered to put in their original teeth
at the plant nursing home
so they can’t tell the nurses and aides
to turn off Fox news
and they wither like they’ve been
left for an eternity to suffer
for all their long lost sins.
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Another from the archives, and another from this waterfall, the fallen tree, the new growth, darkness and light...there's a metaphor or two in here somewhere!
~ The sky is often used as a metaphor
And I suppose that's because it's so big and expansive
When a long strand of cloud sits just above the horizon
Leaving a strip of clear blue beneath it
It becomes the panorama
It'll turn your head three hundred and sixty degrees,
And the same line follows you round if the land is sufficiently flat
Really, nothing can be compared to it
I am not an acrobat…
I cannot perform these tricks for you
Losing all my balance…
Falling from a wire meant for you ~
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We can express our feelings regarding the world around us either by poetic or by descriptive means. I prefer to express myself metaphorically. Let me stress: metaphorically, not symbolically. A symbol contains within itself a definite meaning, certain intellectual formula, while metaphor is an image. An image possessing the same distinguishing features as the world it represents. An image — as opposed to a symbol — is indefinite in meaning. One cannot speak of the infinite world by applying tools that are definite and finite. We can analyse the formula that constitutes a symbol, while metaphor is a being-within-itself, it's a monomial. It falls apart at any attempt of touching it.
― Andrei Tarkovsky
A child’s toy and an old bench....childhood and old age.... A visual metaphor? Or maybe just a little boy who got called to lunch and left his trike on the sidewalk!
Unless there is the iPhone icon, all photos were taken with a Nikon or more recently, with a Sony Mirrorless. I ioften import the images to a 12.9 inch iPad for editing.
My dad said don’t play the flute.
Too many girls play the flute.
You’ll never win that competition.
Instead, play the tuba and make a loud noise.
As loud as Godzilla’s roar.
Shake the ceilings and the floor.
You can hide behind it.
You can claim someone else made it.
You can fill a room and disappear.
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"Tomas did not realize at the time that metaphors are dangerous."
Skin: Tomas by Stray Dog at Man Cave
This shot was inspired by Corey's photo of a week ago called "Terracotta."
It may be the same building.
I'm not sure if this is a metaphor for Man's existential dilemma between light and darkness, or if it's just a picture of two windows that are vastly oversaturated!
Within this life there are times when we are locked into something. Other times we are fully open. I know this metaphor can apply to many things.
This is a bit different from my usual fence shot but it had something I liked.
Happy Fence Friday
I make a point of spending the final sunset of daylight time outdoors. Just another aspect of my compulsive disorder. This one falls somewhere between superstition and pagan ritual. Nightfall this time of year truly is dramatic in its swiftness. The rapid onset of darkness underscores the sense of anxiety that many people feel about transiting into the dark part of the year and the uncertainty of impending winter. Standing outdoors in this desolate farm field heightens the senses. Light and shadow play heavily into my awareness, both as a photographer and as a thinker. It seems only natural to be here, standing on the edge of darkness. The cornstalks rustle in the wind. It's eerie and unsettling, but I know I where I belong.
At a time of a historic pandemic and racial discord/violence, major league baseball seems to reflect the times. Even as the virus may be waning, the different sides (the teams and the players) cannot agree yet on what's fair compensation for a shortened season. As a baseball fan who loves the idea of the USA...and it's the first country started as an idea if you think about it....I hope the sides can come together. Maybe the stitching's just gotten too loose and we can tighten them up a bit?
According to J. R. R. Tolkien, not all those who wander are lost. Although in my case, that’s mostly because I wander very slowly. Sometimes, as here, not much further than the car park. Then again, Tolkien also said, little by little, one travels far. I find this one more encouraging, not least as a metaphor for life. This last year has reminded me there are only so many years of wandering allotted to us, and few things I’d rather be doing. I’d better get on with it then. Which seems as good a resolution as any. Happy New Year everyone.
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In una città buia e non invasa dai turisti, spiccano le luci accecanti che filtrano prepotenti dalle grate dell'entrata. I colori dei metalli, della pietra bianca, quella ingrigita dalla corrosione, e le tonalità rosse laterizio traspaiono dai vetri veneziani, quasi a citare J. Ruskin nel suo celebre testo "le pietre di Venezia".
L'intervento di restauro postbellico è stato progettato da Carlo Scarpa nel Palazzo Querini Stampalia.
Ad ottobre 2021 quest'area progettata da Carlo Scarpa, dal ponte all'ingresso non era visitabile, in attesa delle autorizzazioni per l'inizio del cantiere di restauro e del risanamento a causa dei danni subiti dall'acqua alta (marea) del 2019.
Un anno fa questo scatto rifletteva il bisogno di chiudersi, di proteggersi dall'ignoto, all'uscita da Mestre per Venezia campeggiava una gigantesca scritta: "Venezia, obbiettivo Covid Free" ora come un anno fa è una metafora dei giorni correnti, ma con ben altri temi.
Fondazione Querini Stampalia - Carlo Scarpa
play - Britten - Death in Venice - English Chamber Orchestra
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In a dark city not overrun by tourists, the blinding lights that filter overwhelmingly through the entrance grates stand out. The colors of the metals, of the white stone, the one grayed by corrosion, and the brick red tones shine through the Venetian glass, as if to quote J. Ruskin in his famous text "the stones of Venice".
The post-war restoration was designed by Carlo Scarpa in the Querini Stampalia Palace.
In October 2021 this area designed by Carlo Scarpa, from the bridge to the entrance, was not open to visitors, pending the authorizations for the start of the restoration and rehabilitation site due to the damage suffered by high water (tide) in 2019.
A year ago this shot reflected the need to close oneself, to protect oneself from the unknown, at the exit from Mestre to Venice there was a giant sign: "Venice, Covid Free objective" now as a year ago it is a metaphor of current days, but with quite other themes.
“I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world every day. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head all the time. Can you understand?”
John Coffey, “The Green Mile” by Stephen King
A clump of wild timothy sways languidly along a rural road in the moments before an ominous thunderstorm storm strikes. I’m always in search of borders and boundaries when out with the camera. I love photographing them, and even more standing astride them. This is one of my many odd behavioral traits that defy rational explanation. As a result, attempts to discuss them often sound irrational (if not downright ridiculous). With that risk in mind, I’ll just say I think at some level, boundary lines represent unseen (yet highly palpable) energy fields. That includes boundaries both real and liminal. It relates to creating photos based upon a reaction to how scenes or situations make me feel.
Back in the moment on the old farm road, I’m already pretty charged up about the storm. It’s what brought me to this spot in the first place. And for my money, it’s one of the best visual and emotional boundaries imaginable, standing right along the leading edge of an intense storm. And on the edge of an expansive farm field which creates a visual effect of multiple boundaries within a single frame. In this case newly mown hay casting a wonderfully warm color contrast against the cool, dark sky. And as I walk along, I stumble upon the timothy grass. The stalks look delicate and tranquil as they gently sway in response to the breeze. Their presence made even more prominent by the raging storm looming in the background. It’s one of those scenes that exists only in this moment, and I could think of no better way to illustrate the fury of the storm than to focus on the calm in its path.
Twilight at Kirribilli. Sydney.
''And so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald. 'The Great Gatsby' (1925)
Fitzgerald uses the image of boats struggling against a strong current to represent humanity's efforts to achieve a desired future, only to be repeatedly pulled back into the past.
It is thus a metaphor for the futility of striving for an unattainable future and the inescapable nature of the past. It is the final line of his novel: 'The Great Gatsby'.
A rather bleak yet fascinating 'Modernist' mantra that is typical of disillusioned artists in the early 1900s such as the poets T.S. Eliot and W.H. Auden.
Modernism is the current topic at my senior girls high school here in Sydney, where the girls, aged 16 to 18, are putting Tik Tok away to learn about the concerns of novelists, poets and artists in the period 1900-1940. At least, that's the plan, lol.
My Canon EOS 5D Mk IV with the Canon EF 75-300mm f/4-5.6 lens.
Processed in Adobe Lightroom.
I can’t help it, I love to snap gate or stile. Surrounded with all this beauty and rough manmade wooden construction catches my eye every time. It’s got to be physiology, but what, the mind boggles. An invitation to pastures new, a transition, a way through a life barrier. Who knows, all I know, next time my travels encounters one, more often or not I’ll get the camera out. I wouldn’t care after slogging up to this one I didn’t pass through it, something told me to stay on this side of the wall, may be that’s the metaphor I should ponder.
Inch strand, Dingle Peninsula, Co Kerry, Ireland.
A silver lining is a metaphor for optimism in the common English-language idiom.
Show up, pay attention, stay present. Little wonders are everywhere. This tree is in the middle of the forest next to a wild and scenic stream. Imagine our delight upon stumbling across it!
Shot inside the great inner courtyard of The National Gallery of Canada, in Ottawa, June of 2015. With apologies to Architect, Moshe Safdie. The complex structure of beams, panels and panes with the indeterminate geometries of the sky behind them was a perfect setup for a good "tumbling".
The "sabotage" of the right angles and strict triangles of Architect Moshe Sadie's giant atrium is meant to convey, by metaphor, the undoing of the 'strictness' of Sir Isaac Newton's "mechanistic, impersonal, purposeless universe", a view that has cut us off from an integrated and participatory relationship with existence.
Quantum science is undoing this view as it increasingly discovers and accepts that there seems to be a grand sense of order and design to the universe, right down to the source of quanta themselves. Indeed, "God does not play dice with the universe". The more the Quantum paradigm becomes understood and the more that understanding infuses out into everyday culture the closer we get to leaving a heartless, mindless, machinelike universe behind us.
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This image was created for and is dedicated to Paul Ewing, The Wizard of Az, for his Birthday.
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© Richard S Warner ( Visionheart ) - 2015. All Rights Reserved. This image is not for use in any form without explicit, express, written permission.
A cold winter sunset reflects off the door of an abandoned house. I love the shadows cast by the gingerbread trim work. I find a sense of solemn dignity in the architecture of period houses, even in decay. Never more so than houses of the late 19th century at the height of the Victorian era. It's never been matched, and to my eye it's all been downhill ever since. I love discovering streets where houses of this era remain. It's like entering into a different world where history has been preserved. This particular house is another example of "why we have no nice things." It's actually a dollhouse built by my dad and handed down to me. To me it's priceless, yet it's been relegated to the garage for many years on account of its large size. It's no longer pristine, but to me it has aged like a fine wine. The bright paint has faded, and the house has the look of an actual abandonment. To me that should have been the goal from the outset. It's really just coincidence that it turned out this way. I pull it out every so often just to look at it. I took it outside back in February and photographed it at sunset. It was startling how real it appeared. I could imagine just walking through that doorway and settling in for the night. Imagination runs deep here, even though we have no nice things.