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"Alle ist Umgeformt" - German: "All is transformed".
The third and final image in the TotenTanz series that uses images from a cemetery to question the absoluteness of death.
In this case the "pano-sabotage" is used to both de-construct, and show in "RE-construction", funerary monuments in an historical graveyard.
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© Richard S Warner ( Visionheart ) - 2015, 2016. All Rights Reserved. This image is not for use in any form without explicit, express, written permission.
Created for the Award Tree "Eye and Metaphor" Challenge #117: www.flickr.com/groups/awardtree/discuss/72157643321662115/
Created for the Kreative People Treat This Challenge #28: www.flickr.com/groups/1752359@N21/discuss/72157643380163685/
Source Image by HollyKl: www.flickr.com/photos/hollykl/13613120725/
All other images and textures used are my own.
Like a vampire you didn't invite
Suddenly, a change stifles the air
Sucking away all your blood and energy
Whispering in your ear
"You aren't going to survive this one, dear"
Filling you with unabated darkness
Which is really strange because
Just two days ago
You were feeling so much better.
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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.
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~ 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!
and there's nothing much you can do about it but carry an umbrella or choose to dance in the rain!
Terri Guillemets
HBW!!
acer, red leaf japanese maple, 'Red Baron', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
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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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.
This is a piece by Nancy Rubins at The Art Institute of Chicago. It really reminded me of a collection of broken worn out elements of childhood, which is something I feel like would be an apt metaphor for a lot of things-how technology has replaced actual wholesome sensory experiences for many kids...or how the pandemic has created a situation in which kids don't have the same rich childhood experiences anyway. In the background of this piece is a part of the Chicago skyline and my partner, Cinchel, who is the only one to see me without a mask each day for these past or so days. Feels a little surreal and strange and all of it very unwelcome in my brain but I feel a greater sadness to those who were alone and didn't want to be or those who were with someone and were abused or in a toxic situation.
That's the thing about humans, I guess. We're always capable of so much creative and also love for each other but what will we probably leave behind when we cease to exist? We'll leave behind a collection of broken down products.
www.artic.edu/exhibitions/9524/nancy-rubins-our-friend-fl...
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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?
"The Swamp" is a metaphor for fascism, from the point of view of Meilo Minotaur's actual experience of fascism in Portugal, the Carnation Revolution, and the actual lived experience of CapCat Ragu from post-revolutionary Portugal.
At a time when the crisis is trying to push us back into obscurantism is the moment to resist, to fight against the totalitarianism of capital, but never to return to fascism!
By the artists- Meilo Minotaur & Cap Cat Ragu
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Original shot I took in Secondlife on 1st comment
Relationships can be complicated. Whispering sweet nothings nonetheless. :)
- Cow Bay, Prince Rupert, British Columbia, 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
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.
Music Link: "Firewalkers" - Ma Ja Le & Vir Unis, from their album, "Imaginarium".
www.youtube.com/watch?v=naCGkwNL9F8&index=2&list=...
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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.
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!
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.
The Aberystwyth War Memorial winged angel throws a wreath while travellers fly west. The memorial is the work of Mario Rutelli, an Italian artist, and was erected in 1923.
Please feel free to create your own metaphors.
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.