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Running wild ... for the sake of it.
Punning on Dali. Two 'secret' self-portraits also hiding in the veils. I've always loved images that continue on out from all the framing edges. It gives the impression that there is much more happening beyond what we can see. That's a good metaphor for our daily, so-called, waking consicousness.
Image created May 12, 2023 - From a series of previously photo manipulated pieces.
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In "The Kreative People" group's collage challenge.
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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.
**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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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!
When I think of Istanbul,
Yahya Kemal used to come to mind
Now Orhan Veli comes to mind
You've been on the tip of my tongue for a while now, Orhan Veli
Your taste, your salt,
Your poetry, your face
Like a wounded dove
It circles above my head
It comes and silently lands somewhere in this poem
Where? Those who seek will find
Those who know, know
This city drives people crazy
May your glasses clink, Orhan Veli
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?
The strong and angular lines that reveal a harvest field, direct our vision upward. While a cluster of trees stand between the land and a cloud, we are reminded in this metaphor, of the battles waged by those who work the land.
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.
“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.
An obscure flickr post I created back in 2017 about Seasonal Affective Disorder has been trending near the top of my activity feed for the past couple of weeks. I can only imagine people are searching that phrase and turning up my photo. A sure sign that the darkening phase in the northern hemisphere is taking a toll on our collective mental health. For me, this time of year brings about yet another dichotomy in my life. I'm not keen on the reduction in the hours of daylight. Yet the abrupt transformation of the landscape in the past couple of weeks is truly astounding. It's not just the feeling of omnipresent darkness, but the utter stripping away of the foliage and the resulting desaturation of the landscape that fascinates me. Recent snow has heightened the sensation of existing within a monochromatic world that, if appearance is all that matters, is devoid of even a hint of joy. Yet within that construct I find wonder. I truly revel in the feeling that familiar places look completely different, and at times even inhospitable. Such was the case as I contemplated this lone tree, buffeted by wintry winds beneath an eerie layer of striated clouds ahead of a massive cold front. A moment of cheer on a very bleak November afternoon.
Even as an adult, I'm still enchanted by the 'winter wonderland' effect of new fallen snow. There's just something about seeing the landscape transformed into shades of brilliant white with layers of snow concealing virtually every defect. One of the downsides of that transformation is the inevitable slog back to spring and summer. It's always a bumpy ridge, and the process is anything but linear. Warm and cold days are interspersed as the temperature vacillates. Rain mixes with snow, sleet and ice. The pristine wonderland is transformed into multiple shades of grime. Where the snow melts away, sickly hues of yellow grass are revealed along with rotting leaves leftover from autumn. On this particular day a thick fog developed amid a light but steady rain. I walked through scenes utterly devoid of both color and cheer. Still I was mesmerized by the fog. I love its immersive quality and the way it alters my view of the landscape. Even sound is altered...muted in the same way as color and visual definition. If one specific weather condition equates to human sadness, this would be it.
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!
Came upon this miniature angel yesterday as I wandered about the village cemetery. Yet another figurine left in tribute by a loved one on the grave of a family member. I'm drawn to these tiny memorials as if by gravitational pull. It's no longer even a conscious decision really. My thoughts are often scattered like loose change dropped on a bureau. Sometimes my mind goes to the figurine; other times the person's name; most often it's simply how the totality of the scene makes me feel. Here I was caught up in the contemplative sadness imbued in this tiny face, no more than an inch across. I love capturing macro focus views of things that were never intended to be examined so closely. It brings me in tune with a reality that is not discernible to most passers-by. Here I found a microcosm of despair. The only hint of brightness a mid-winter sky. Even that an illusion of sorts as it's nothing more than a reflection of color across the face of the inky blackness of a cold marble gravestone.
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.
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)
Manchester UK. "The next stop is Deansgate" will be a familiar announcement to tens of thousands of people who visit Manchester every week either for work or leisure.
Depending on which view you take these shots are either iconic or a cliche. They are the first couple of shots that many photographers shoot when thy visit the city after getting off the train. I took the train into Manchester in February with the specific aim of shooting some of the icons but I also wanted to include people in my images. So, whilst I don't claim that either of these images are in any way groundbreaking they are what I saw on that day and for me they make a nice pair. I like this shot for lots of reasons. Firstly I think it’s quietly spectacular but most people will pass by without even thinking about it. Secondly, there is a nod to “work in progress” which is certainly a metaphor for Manchester. Finally I like the fine detail, like the huge bike vs the normal ones lined up. And don’t forget to look left……👍