Metaphor and Analogy - **In Title or Description**
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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.
signalling a new direction
For some time now I've struggled to keep up with flickr...
I try to think of ways to be generous and reciprocal
and also meet my own needs to be more playful...
to have more time and energy for making images
and also for making lucid comments ;-)
For now I'm going to try being more flexible...
embrace a little more imperfection :-)
I'll still respond to comments
(this connection brings me happiness )
and I'll enjoy visiting those who leave them :-)
But I'll be more free about timing...
and not respond to every fave.
Tho I'll try to recognise loyal and wordless fave givers
I am, after all, often one myself.
Not an easy change to make.
But something has to give.
So here's to generosity and freedom.
Meet you
at the intersection ;-)
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.
Please see my other photos of Edinburgh & the Lothians at www.jamespdeans.co.uk/p399603778
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.
**All poems and photos are copyrighted**
~ 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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© Copyright by Floriana Thor 2013-2015
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!
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Did you know that 'Sailing' is about an Artist painting, where it mentions 'canvas' its actually talking about the Artist's canvas, Christopher Cross shared this in an interview where sailing was used as a metaphor for actual Art & painting.
mymodernmet.com/leng-jun-hyperrelistic-paintings/
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SoS 2:17
Europe, Portugal, Algarve, Faro, Centre, High rise (slightly cut)
Elementary to high-density building construction is, of course, the stacking of houses. The Romans started doing it in the first century with their 'Insulea' (in Ostia Antica. There are still some ruined examples of them).
The multi-story modernist apartment building from a few posts ago is shown here, zoomed in on its yellow complex right part. It is from the end of the 20th with an ornamented/articulated front facade serving two purposes - decoration and shading of the sun (brise soleil - there seems to be a kinda Le Corbusean touch to be enjoyed here).
While editing the picture, I remembered the cover of Perrow’s Complex Organizations. After a long time, the book is still in print, though the cover has been changed many times. The book explores different (visual) metaphors of organizational structure and complexity.
High density in Faro (1) is here. High density in Faro (2) is here. High density in Faro (3) is here.
This is number 27 of the Faro album & 1385 of Minialism / explicit Graphism.
Walking in fog often provides a visual representation of my thought process. My brain constantly brings different topics into view, but in the process lets others slide into the periphery. Most of the time they are all still there, competing for my attention, but all in varying degrees. In fog I respond to the overall loss of clarity, but also the nuance that is created by relative distance. It's this layering effect I find most appealing as more distant objects eventually recede into nothingness...exactly the same as my mind reacts.
Walking outdoors this morning felt otherworldly. I love seeing familiar places rendered as ones I'm visiting for the very first time. A rich dichotomy as the serenity of fog is ripped apart by this visceral reaction. In these moments I invariably come up with camera angles that never would have occurred to me in normal circumstances.
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.
Snow shrouds the Capitol, an apt metaphor for the ongoing shutdown … but the city looked gorgeous on this snowy day.
Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry, "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlelight. Neon, incandescent lights that banish the darkness from our caves to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's Field. Little tiny flashlights for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Light is knowledge, light is life, light is light. ~Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider
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?
This photo was taken yesterday ... today it is +8C and the snow is gone from the trees already. It is predicted to be +17C on the weekend. 'Uncertainty R' Us.' A metaphor for the U.S.A. right now.
- Keefer Lake, Ontario, Canada -
“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.
Today, beneath my feet, I felt the ground grow less firm as it gave out beneath countless others. I think like many Europeans, today my heart breaks and bleeds, and my soul shivers in cold remembrance. Today, my gaze turns east in profound sorrow, and further east in abject horror.
I just wanted to take this moment and share this thought - the acknowledgment of what is happening. This is my metaphorical pause to think of the many whose lives are coming to an abrupt halt, and whose world is collapsing. I have to stop and acknowledge it somehow, before I carry on living.
I'm leaving this here with a tortured metaphor of a photo. Because not all beginnings can be positive spins on misfortune. And not all things can be phrased elegantly; what a clusterfuck...
In her day-to-day, ahead seems gray, but with her reflexive gaze, creativity comes to life.
I'm just trying my hand at some fine arts photography. Mosquitoes bit me 27 times while taking this picture. She was bit 12 times before we realized that we were being eaten alive. So much anti-itch spray!
Just as a sentinel keeps watch over its domain, trees stand sentinel over the land, their branches reaching towards the sky like outstretched arms, embracing the world around them bridging the earthly and the ethereal.
These silent guardians stand witness to the passage of time, offering shade and shelter to all who seek them.
Monday Music Mania
#HMMM
Cálice
Chico Buarque e Milton Nascimento - Cálice (Ao Vivo, 1978)
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"Cálice," composed in 1973 by Chico Buarque and Gilberto Gil, is a seminal Brazilian protest song disguised as a religious hymn to bypass strict military dictatorship censorship. Its title is a pun on cálice (chalice) and cale-se (shut up), serving as a powerful, metaphor-heavy plea against censorship and violence.
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