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"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!
no matter if you go right or left. Final destination is the graveyard.
Egal ob rechts oder links, am Ende sind wir alle tot
(re-edit)
Film: expired & cross-processed Kodak Supra 800
Camera: Cosina CX-2
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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.
This bird bath looking mausoleum flourish sports a cherub, claw feet, and a core that resembles a Titan Arum a.k.a "corpse flower".
Artist's Statement:
In this painting, I sought to capture the delicate beauty and raw power of winter's frozen landscape. The interplay of cool blues, soft greens, and rich reddish-browns evokes a sense of fragility, where nature is both still and teeming with potential danger. The cracked surface of the water, frozen yet hinting at what lies beneath, serves as a metaphor for the fragile barrier between the visible and the unknown, the serene and the threatening.
The hoar frosted plant, a dock weed caught in the grip of winter, stands as a testament to resilience, its delicate structure encased in frost and snow, shimmering like a jewel under the low, golden light of the afternoon sun. The light itself is a key element—glowing with a magical warmth, creating an ethereal, almost otherworldly atmosphere. It is as though the world holds its breath, caught between the quiet beauty of a moment and the icy threat of what lies below.
The juxtaposition of the tranquil, sparkling surface with the depth and mystery suggested by the rich blues invites the viewer to consider the tension between nature’s elegance and its underlying power. The frozen water, with its cracked and fractured surface, hints at the unseen forces beneath, suggesting a fragile calm before the storm. Through this piece, I aim to evoke a moment frozen in time, where nature’s duality—its serenity and its danger—can be experienced in a single, mesmerizing glance.
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Created for MacroMondays - Theme - Metaphors
I could put multiple metaphors for this one.
Here's one, "Life is a bed of roses."
And then a transformation of Forrest Gump's simile to "Life is a box of chocolate."
A reference to Juliet's speech about Romeo's name, "A rose by any other name should smell so sweet."
Thank you for your time to view and all of your comments. Have a Happy MacroMonday and Happy Valentine's Day!
The horses spin but never race,
each thought a bridle, stitched in lace.
His memories ride in quiet dread,
a carnival of things unsaid.
My entry for this week's theme competition. The theme is to design an album cover with a band name starting with, AM.
Image of Aging.
Contax645 + Distagon 45mmF2.8
Rollieretro400S / D76 1:1
Have a nice weekend, my friends.
I will catch up you tomorrow as it`s difficult to keep my mind awake tonight.
明日訪問させていただきます。冬眠中のクマのように眠くて今日はもうだめです。