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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
To metaphor was clear: I do not know in other countries - and in Russia, this pin is called English.
I am sad, I am angry.
A photo taken yesterday, passing in front of a closed store. Roccaraso, Abruzzi.
I am obsessed with empty chairs recently and I got a comment from my friend. The chair you have chosen is a common type and the setting is not special or without special lighting. It is not unique and cannot be treated as a metaphor in any way.
I find this so familiar. Many have argued that photography cannot be art because it can be reproduced so easily. There is no uniqueness and it could not be an artistic expression. Another person can stand in the same place and take the same shot. Even with different exposure setting and technique, it is still the same subject reproduced in the two-dimensional space. This makes more sound argument when you shoot mundane subjects in daily life.
I will skip the detailed discussions here. Your ideas are very much welcome.
I am a stubborn person and I believe my chair is different from yours even when you stand in the same spot and take the same picture with my camera. :o)
And of course photography is artistic expression in my eyes (even without digital darkroom).
Happy Monday!
A chair in my neighbourhood taken with the Fuji S1600 compact.
Crushing Metaphors.
Толпы контрастирующих пиров благородные звери быстрые вздохи прыгающие комнаты огромные крайности вытягивание лап столы корзины ссоры случаются,
استنزاف اضطهادات يرثى لها تيارات زاحفة يتنفس دخانًا يحول القبلات بحار متشابكة وحوش محتشدة أيدي ملطخة بالدماء تفتح الثقوب,
balayage des rochers taches parallèles décès compagnie ailes mots nuits les plus fortes invitations obscurité forces vénérables boire des libations,
neotesan pjesnik velike kolone večere duge uglačane stolice dostojanstvene šalice masivna koplja znatiželjne predstave brojanje koraka krajnji bodovi,
prace obciążone wyobrażenie kursów wędrowiec komentarze tradycyjne rady komponowanie teoria zaniepokojone stanowiska tłumaczenia rozwiązania,
秘密を構築する命令制御謝辞提案バースト表現長い意見変装明確な重要な蓋特定の役割新しい神話は罠を報告する.
Steve.D.Hammond.
I'm having difficulty letting go of the 'jack-o-lanterns as a metaphor for life' theme lately. Problem is, they are still out there. Most people in the village have stashed away their Halloween deco and cleaned up the remains. But here and there I come upon scenes like this with rotting pumpkins slowly dissolving into orange goo. For reasons I can't explain, I find them even more compelling now that I did when they were freshly carved. I think it's fueled in part by the sense of personality imbued by the facial features which are softening in the way I associate with elderly people. The effect is heightened by the manner in which the jack-o-lanterns are cast off and left to decay right where they were originally placed. I've had a lifelong fascination with sadness in the decay of objects that were originally intended to bring happiness. That concept is becoming less abstract for me these days. Deep down is a realization that, with each passing year, I have much more in common with these decomposing jack-o-lanterns than I care to admit.
A break from our regular scheduled programing (read 2 more band shots coming up...including my favorite). Nature was calling me. Too many people shots in a row gets me nervous.
"Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind,
Visions of shadows that shine.
Til one day I returned and found they were the
Victims of the vines of changes."
- - Lyrics by Phil Ochs
We're going to ride the Ferris Wheel
of Life and when it gets to the top,
We'll review each of the blessings we've
received, they never seem to stop!
Round and round we go
never stopping, never wondering
our life's struggle have it's beginning
it will always have it's end
As long as there's beauty in the sunrise,
The sound of laughter at a sweet surprise
A child reaching for our hands to hold
The ride on Life's Ferris Wheel, we'll savor
Knowing we've received blessings of God's favor,
Our hearts will be happy and
we'll never grow old!
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Film: expired & cross-processed Kodak Supra 800
Camera: Cosina CX-2
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Eerie yet beautiful, Alcatraz is a photographer's playground, especially on a clear day with blue skies. Bring your windbreaker, though; as always, being out on San Francisco is a chilly experience, even in the middle of summer.
METAPHOR OF LIFE, of knots and ropes and hooks.
Wonderful rope… I see it as a symbol of how, in a good relationship, you as a person, together with your partner, your lives become 'intertwined' and therefore so much stronger.
Soul mates will feel themselves bonded together for a lifetime.
And it goes further… all so ‘connected’, how we can touch the lives of many, many we do not even know personally or my never meet… especially nowadays.
However, connection through PHOTOGRAPHY! Many people can be touched by an image...
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no matter if you go right or left. Final destination is the graveyard.
Egal ob rechts oder links, am Ende sind wir alle tot
October 14.
The snow blanket outside my window this morning was sweets. Perhaps the feeling was accentuated because I had gone to bed thinking of season metaphors last night. Of course, we will return to another week of sunshine and usual fall temperatures as early as tomorrow morning. Still, I think these weather caprices have a deeper value than breaking the seasonal monotony. They make us think.
As Adam Gopnik puts it, "human beings make metaphors as naturally as bees make honey." We speak of the hopeful childish spring, careless sweet summer, mature colorful fall, and cold truthful winter. But then it snows unexpectedly in fall, or the temperature falls unexpectedly in summer, and boom, we are reminded to accept that the world exists beyond our illusions. Our metaphors barely touch true meanings.
Our emotions are funny, though. Optimist skiers in my city woke up happy with the hope of a snowy winter; summer lovers unhappy because their fall nostalgia got interrupted; children wondrous with their noses pressed against the window next to their pets, and I laughed at my coincidence - I had been thinking of season metaphors after a birthday celebration with some friends the night before.
As Gopnik puts it, "what we have in modern times, after all, is really a season of festivals," and we will not stop making metaphors in our search for meaning.
I am a sucker for metaphors. Winter decided to surprise the fall with a sweet Sunday visit this October 14. To add to the poetry, I decided to post a spring photo.