View allAll Photos Tagged Metaphors
I made this two years ago for some digital retard class.
I loved it, minus the text and little girl I threw it in.
So, here it is.
Without any of the dumb stuff.
Dès l'aurore
Ma rivière se revet d'or
Devient métaphore
Reflet de ma rivière sauvage …!!!
Un safari photo impressioniste au quotidien concentré essentiellement (ou presque) sur un petit morceau de planète de 55 000 pieds carrés ...!!!
Une démarche "waldennienne" à la Thoreau …!!!
_______________________
Metaphor
At the dawn
My wild river is clothed in gold
Becomes metaphor
My wild river reflection …!!!
An impressionnist photo safari concentrated mainly on a daily basis (or almost) on my small piece of planet of 55 000 square feet …!!!
A Thoreau "waldennienne" approach …!!!
Found myself exploring the local cemetery the other morning. A blanket of thick fog had descended over the village before dawn and created an ethereal look to the surroundings. I wandered about completely alone in the burial ground which is exactly the way I like it. Very conducive to my habit of letting intuition guide my photographic exploration. I meander about and just follow the gentle mental tugs I feel to walk here or there. One of these tugs brought me to this shocking tableau at the grave of a young boy. Shocking in the sense that death is never celebrated in a place like this, not overtly anyway. I find flowers, angels and all sorts of tributes, but nothing like this. Outwardly it was just an inexpensive Halloween decoration, no doubt set here as a way of paying homage to the boy's love of the holiday. And I'm sure in a few weeks it will be replaced by another seasonal decoration. But in this moment it served as a graphic metaphor for an untimely death. I was struck with the pose of the skeleton, arms outstretched, the bony fingers, the face upturned toward heaven in seeming grief and despair, perhaps even disbelief. I felt very conflicted taking this photo. Part of me (a big part) lives for things like this. But that enthusiasm was tempered with the thought of standing over the grave of a little kid. I try to rationalize it by being empathetic to the situation. But I know I was guided here specifically to get this shot and tell the story.
We've shot right past the peak daylight of late June here in northern Ohio. Came and went as it always does, unnoticed; simply lost in the blur as days slip into weeks. I'm having to reverse course now on my evening activities...doing the same things, but doing them earlier before darkness sets in. I've been riding my bicycle lately out to the township line. Great stress reliever, great exercise, and more often than not, great life moments. I just love the solitude of the rural roads and expanses of farmland. For me there's always been a high level of spiritual energy surrounding crop fields. It's similar to that Zen feeling I feel in my own tiny vegetable garden. But it's at the steroid level adjacent to multi-hundred acre cornfields. So I'm already predisposed to a metaphysical thought process just being here. But some evenings the sky erupts into insane color and texture as the sun sets. Happened several days in a row last week. No two alike, and extremely dynamic in nature. The color expands and collapses within minutes or even seconds. It ripples across the clouds, and presents hues so vivid and saturated that it seems surreal. I've come to realize the feelings I associate with these moments have less to do with the actual colors, but the sense of awe that overwhelms me as I experience them. I'm not merely witnessing the color, I'm being enveloped in it as the last light is squeezed out of the day.
Heedless, Clueless, Faceless, Speechless.
So many disasters in progress. Will there be consequences for the perpetrators?
Figure of speech that implies comparison between two unlike entities, as distinguished from simile, an explicit comparison signaled by the words “like” or “as.”
The distinction is not simple. The metaphor makes a qualitative leap from a reasonable, perhaps prosaic comparison, to an identification or fusion of two objects, to make one new entity partaking of the characteristics of both. Many critics regard the making of metaphors as a system of thought antedating or bypassing logic.
Any Avengers fans in the house? One of my fav lines is from End Game, where the superheroes have come together for the final showdown. In the film version it is Captain America who says: "Avengers...assemble." But die-hard (no pun intended) fans know that it was actually Thor who rallied his comrades in the 1964 comic Avengers #10 by Stan Lee and Don Heck.
What does this have to do with a baking a cake? Well now, I'm glad you asked. I'm a novice baker, prefer to cook because it's more freeform and forgiving; baking is precise and not tolerant of mistakes...not if you're hoping for a palatable win.
"Ingredients, assemble!"
52 Weeks - The 2025 Edition
Week 36: flat lay photography