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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.
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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!
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.
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.
Original photograph copyright © Simon Miles. Not to be used without permission. Thanks for looking.
Halloween excites me like no other holiday. It's one of those primordial feelings, deeply rooted in childhood memories. The utter excitement of celebrating fear and darkness. Of dark thoughts being brought out into the open, if just for one night. Now many years past my youth and the sheer joy of costume-wearing and trick-or-treating, I'm still caught up in these feelings. I watched in fascination yesterday afternoon as kids in costumes prowled the streets. Some quite imaginative, other less so. But all infused with that playful energy that I recall so vividly. Kids seem to have transitioned away from horrific monster sort of costumes of my day. But that's really doesn't matter; the festive, celebratory aspect remains intact. Laughter and bright colors filled the ever lengthening shadows, both of the landscape as well as my mind. Time has a way of dampening the mind, blotting out memories. But Halloween in this case brought them flowing back. Adults seem to rekindle their own memories watching children retrace their steps in life. As a kid the most terrifying thoughts were centered on scenes such as this creepy pumpkin head-scarecrow hybrid. I loved (and still do) the thought of something like this standing silent vigil out in some desolate location. Nothing abjectly terrifying about this puppet-like creation, yet the context of presentation is darkly disturbing. It's as if this tattered and grimy thing has been waiting for me all these years since childhood. In fact I'm certain it waits for me still.
“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.
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.
Second in a series that uses text as a metaphor for the cacophany of non-stop, inner chatter in our heads.
There are very few moments in our Western lives where we're able to reach quiescence of mind. That incessant commentary of our babbling brains blocks or filters our direct apprehension of things as they are.
These thoughts filter, tint and taint what we're seeing to the degree that it's that interpretation, that 'colouring' that we take as "real". Once we're able to quiet the mind down enough, we see directly how NOT true that "picture" really is.
Three SOOC shots of maple blossoms and houses in the Spring, mirrored twice each, treated with light and colour effects and compiled/composed to fill the frame. Texts of varying sizes, fonts, colours and opacities layered over top. No Pano-Sabotage was used.
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Music Link: "Knee Play 3" - Philip Glass & Robert Wilson, from their opera "Einstein on the Beach".
I chose this music to somewhat represent what's going on in my visual piece, although the Glass/Wilson script is far more organized and orchestrated than the mayhem I'm suggesting.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=86Xuo7USnLI
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Inch strand, Dingle Peninsula, Co Kerry, Ireland.
A silver lining is a metaphor for optimism in the common English-language idiom.
A small fishing boat cruises by a massive luxury liner in the Inner Passage near Ketchikan. It kind of reminded me of that fable about the elephants and the mice, where the mice free the elephants from the hunter's nets, showing the power of value of small things and big friendships. Although it was hard for me to apply the metaphor here--not sure how the little boat could benefit that giant floating city. Maybe by staying out of its way.
Somewhere along the Inner Passage, Alaska
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!