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a profound truth that humanity has since disregarded to its own detriment. Since the words "humility" and "humble" also derive from humus, it is rather ironic that we should have assigned our species so arrogant a name as Homo sapiens sapiens ("wise wise man") :-)

Daniel Hillel, Out of the Earth: Civilization and the Life of the Soil

 

HPPT!! Humility Matters!

 

rose, little theater rose garden, raleigh, north carolina

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 ;-)

   

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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**

une balle roulée à côté d'une roue de vélo.

a ball rolled next to a bicycle wheel.

~ 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 ~

 

♪Maximo Park - Acrobat♪

 

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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

You live in a great big green world

With all your green friends

and no on every bothers you

if they aren’t green.

 

It’s always fun and safe and you are happy

Except you still think about the friends you don’t see

The ones who aren’t green and the ones

Who aren’t alive.

 

You still think about the family you’re missing

Because they are no longer part of

Your big green world.

No longer safe for you.

 

It’s so much better to stay in this safe space

Except

Sometimes you get lonely in the midst of the crowd

of others you can trust.

 

And you wonder….

What if we could all just be a part of this world?

Like it used to be just a few years ago…

Before everything changed.

 

Then you remember….

We always managed to find a way to separate ourselves

Divide instead of unite

and decide we definitely were not all connected.

 

**All photos are copyrighted**

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.

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A day to be kinder, to be braver, to be more.

Light is more than watts and candles, is a metaphor.

Light is knowledge, light is life, light is love.

 

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?

Moss Landing, Ca.

How does this make sense?

“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 sunset view from the South Shetlands, Antarctica

Said goodbye to neighbor and sometimes model Carol last week. She transitioned as friends sometimes do from a physical presence in my life to a tiny number alongside the text icon on my phone. We vowed to keep in touch, but it's never quite the same once neighbors are no longer defined as such. Her new home is just a few hours away, but might as well be across the country. I'm grateful that the universe brought us together for the relative short time we shared. And for the many scenes we were able to capture together. Our final session (neither of us knew it at the time) was last autumn in a parched soybean field under a magnificent sky. At times the low sun virtually electrified the withered crop field, seemingly bringing the plants back to life in a sea of light and texture. And there stood Carol, rendered in absolute shadowy blackness. It was as if someone had taken an X-Acto knife and simply cut her out of the photo. Prophetic indeed. Upon departing I told her we could return here any time for another session as it was literally within walking distance of our homes. But I had an uneasy sense that we never would.

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.

2020 seemed to start off just fine but rapidly became rather hazy.

 

Wishing everyone a happier, safer and very peaceful new year! Take care.

 

Olympus Pen-F.

This shot is such a metaphor for so many ideas. Do we dominate the much larger landscape? Are we insignificant and somewhat irrelevant? Both ideas struck me at the same time when composing this shot. I waited until these people got into the right position and when they arrived figured it is up to the viewer.

 

It was also one of the few situations where the white cloud filled sky worked in the photo because the people become the main subject. Neither the sky nor the rocks dominate but rather are even in the attention they give up to the people.

Way, way out in near Death Valley

Breakfast berries and condensation in the box

I'm very fortunate to live in a rural area with easy access to woodlands, meadows, streams, ridge lines, valleys, and crop fields. I derive a great deal of energy and mental stimulation by entering into these spaces. I used to think it was the result of the oxygen released by plants. But it's much more than that. The visuals are quite often stunning, and motivate my creative mind. However I feel the same energy even if I take no photos at all. For me it's all about being immersed into scenes such as this, both literally and emotionally.

 

Walking through this meadow filled with dead and withered leaves filled me with a sense of life and vitality. Don't ask me to explain the dichotomy. It just is. There's simply as much (or even more) energy here now as there was months ago when this was all lush and green.

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!

These two halves / taken together / are at greater distance / from one another / than if left apart.

 

Assemblage, wood, metal, paper, paint, size (WxHxD) 50x48x11 cm (based upon objets trouvés) (2015)

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