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capturing a butterfly
with a camera
makes a great metaphor
for freezing fleeting bursts
of magical moments
each flitter is a unique gesture
which passes in an instant
each flutter is a singular motion
which never comes back
Looking through my viewfinder while trying to capture this butterfly reminded me how important it is to live in the moment. It doesn’t matter how simple or insignificant that moment might seem to be. I know that within it lie incredible wonders, but which only my heart can see.
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 …!!!
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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 …!!!
"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!
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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
Yesterday, on the first day of spring, I noticed this little scene. It seemed a perfect metaphor for rebirth, for renewal, for spring itself.
This clock is an original Irish grandfather clock, maybe 170 years old. It had marked off every moment, good, bad and indifferent of the lives of everyone I know, their fathers and grandfathers and has never flinched.
This image is probably should be two separate ones. It has two sides and they both work independently of each other, but for some unknown reason they just click together. Metaphors aside, I’m interested in why I feel they work together and if anybody else can see it, or is it just me? Part of the reason I love photography, (ok making images) is this type of conundrum and what it offers to me in enquiring about how I see the world. There are more unknowns than knowns, but our crazy world would lead us to convince us of the latter, in blissful ignorance of what is out there that can enrich our lives! I know I’m getting all heavy, but it’s the unknowns that are on the edge of knowledge that keep me interested! Oh yes its getting near New Year and I often think this way when I have a bit of time to reflect on where it is that I’m actually going and to remind myself that it’s the journey not the destination!
This is a photo of reflections on the surface of the river. The image has been mirrored and copied twice to be symmetrical. The detail is best seen full screen.
The current understanding of astrophysics is that at the beginning of the universe, the creation of matter was symmetrically balanced by the creation of anti-matter. Contact between them results in their mutual annihilation, accompanied by a massive release of energy, analogous to a nuclear explosion. The symmetry in this image could be seen as a visual metaphor for this.