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Narrative. Narrative! NARRATIVE!
I went for a walk in nature recently and came across a man shouting Narrative! Narrative! Narrative!
I enquired as to what was distressing him so.
His dog had run away from him and wouldn't come back.
I enquired why he was shouting "Narrative!". It turned out that was the name of his dog.
I pointed out that he had lost control of his own narrative...
He seemed less than pleased.
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Why? Why do we photograph what we photograph?
Why this shot? Not formally a street photo. Not necessarily compelling. No ethereal essence nor poetic stillness.
A seemingly innocuous everyday scene, but with a hyper-real sense of unease. An unwritten story, then asking the viewer to complete the narrative.
The premise and intent was to actively search out a banal unfolding narrative and stop it with my camera.
Not by accident, but rather an active conceptual process.
This is a close-up photo of air bubble patterns in the river ice. There seems to be some mythic narrative embedded in the intricate details.
Foxes, serving as messengers for Inari (the deity associated with paddy fields and other attributes), are depicted as statues marking the shrines. Narrative paintings and scrolls often feature kitsune (foxes), particularly as white foxes.
At Fushimi Inari Shrine, the kitsune sculptures make up over 25% of all fox statues found at shrines throughout Japan.
In Japanese iconography, foxes hold significant roles, ranging from cunning shape-shifters to guardians of rice and granaries. In mythology, foxes (kitsune) can be either bad (nogitsune) or good (yako or zenko), often distinguished by their colors and facial expressions in paintings.
Regarding sculptures, good foxes are typically placed at the entrances of Inari shrines, serving as guardians. These statues are often adorned with a red cloth, symbolizing the auspicious color of Inari. In contrast, bad fox statues are fewer and usually hidden in thickets or remote locations.
At the Inari shrine, a kitsune holding a key to the rice granary welcomes visitors. Its raised tail and stern expression signify its role as a guardian. The other kitsune in the pair greets visitors with a pleasant expression. Both kitsune at Fushimi Inari have one tail, while some kitsune depicted as spirits or souls in paintings have multiple tails.
Fushimi Inari Taisha, Fushimi-ku, Kyoto, Japan
As the rich, golden puddle of moonbeams dances gleefully upon the borders of the crisp, sharp edged shadows of darkness, the usual nightly cacophony is strangely absent as the mist begins to shroud the forest in silence.
Something must be amiss; this is too perfect. The silence is broken, a sound like rain is coming from the creek. The water darts everywhere with the sound of a million voices whispering secrets. The air is warm and heavy, filled with the pungent scent of death. We know HE is near.....
(#2 in the series Night of the Werewolf. Kudos to my daughter, Christen, who wrote most of the narrative.)
This is an image from my Fragments project.
Knowledge consists of fragments of information, of facts, of experiences. We arrange these fragments in some order and we get a narrative which forms into knowledge. If we arrange fragments in a different order, we will get a different narrative. But all the information remains.
A section of the Miami and Erie Canal is preserved at Grand Rapids, Ohio. Settlers used this waterway as transport into Ohio territory in the early to middle part of the 19th Century. A traveler would spend 3 cents a day for transport, sleeping accommodations and food. A worker would make 2 dollars a day. The folk song "The Erie Canal" is a narrative about life along this system of transport.
The place where the mules are trudging along is known as, "the tow path."
The silence was beautiful yet stark. Harsh silence. Unlike like the soft silence that fills a golden yawning morning, the sharp silence stretched miles into dark unwavering shadows that disappeared in the wall of fog. I had left my car far behind in the parking lot at the RMNP following a trail that led me through gentle sloping hills and forest yet suddenly the trail seemed to end suddenly and I found myself in a whiteout like chasm of fog and swirling snow. I stared into this white silent world fascinated by the dark abstract shapes. Maybe they were trees. Maybe something moved. A dark blur of motion in my peripheral vision on my right sent me spinning. My heart quickened and suddenly logic was there, explaining in a loud voice in my head to take the path and leave. I hesitated. My eyes were drawn to the jagged pointed tree heads barely emerging through the heavy blanket of mist. The trees stood watching, waiting. I raised my camera and as I stared though the tiny square trying to focus I heard the crackle and pop of breaking branches. Click.
Perhaps it was deer, drawn into this flat white wall as I was or some other woodland creature. Being so far up in the National park there are a lot of wild animals. I only know that I found myself back at my car within record time (ha!) Back at home I'm drawn over and over again to the shadowy mystique of the image. I feel the snow flakes against my cheek and the intensity of the moment. Had to share it as small as it may seem. I hope you enjoy the intrigue as well.
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Rachel
The assignment that I am working on is narrative. Please let me know what you think. I have looked at it for so long now that my brain is totally frazzled and I feel totally incapable of coherent thoughts.
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A created thing is never invented and it is never true: it is always and ever itself.
Federico Fellini
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Ian Potter Gallery staircase
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Leading Narratives.
Мыслители имеет значение, естественные элементы изменения предполагают различение качеств вопреки холодности одновременное применение аргументов,
qualités intermédiaires affirmations rien éléments indifférents survie transformable perceptions essentielles disparition corps,
αμοιβαία ταχύτητα μεταξύ στοιχείων σαφείς αδυναμίες συνημμένες διαφθορές κινήσεις ύπαρξη μελετώντας διαδικασίες υποθέσεις περιόδους,
کھاتوں کی تعریفیں بیان کرنا جو طاقتور وجوہات کو تبدیل کرتے ہوئے دور دراز تناسب کو منتقل کرتی ہیں۔,
urmând ipoteze răspunsuri formale agresori termeni transpunerea explicațiilor regurgitației afirmațiile demonstrației care dovedesc naturi existențiale,
percontando superbos species fortunarum definitiones detectiones rationes constituendas disputationibus dialecticis implicantes metaphoras excerptas nexuum divisiones,
違法な物質を配置する要素連続シリーズ用語がない開始点カテゴリ回転するもの凝縮が隣接する心臓に接触する芸術を説明するアートを説明する.
Steve.D.Hammond.
As you get closer to a fire like this, something inside of you screams to turn around.
This is a forest fire in Colorado in 2012. It was over 50 miles away as I took this picture through a dark window while driving.
The Waldo Canyon Fire was briefly the most destructive in Colorado's history, until the Black Forest burned over 1000 homes in a week the following year. In this picture, the Waldo Canyon had been burning for about a week.
I think I got the Ansco Color Clipper about ten years ago. I haven't "seriously" shot with it in a few years, but I brought it along with me this past weekend.
I'll probably shoot more with it this season. I'm not really sure of its purpose just yet, but I'll find one. Or I won't, and that's fine too.
This was taken in the early morning inside Yakima Canyon. I also shot a similar scene with the RB67, but it didn't work out so well.
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'Existing Narrative'
Camera: Ansco Color Clipper
Film: Vericolor III; x-04/1996
Process: DIY ECN-2
Washington
April 2024
I photographed this street vendor January 7th 2016. I was amused at the variety of pop culture now 'vintage'.. oddly Davie Bowie died 2 days later.. it is poignant and culturally interesting that he was 'vintage' while still alive.. I found this particularly fascinating given the random, component elements unwittingly arranged in the bins
Shot taken at Gangtok, Sikkim. . .
see at large for details. . .
Most religions live from a narrative that shapes their relationship with the divine other, God or the gods, and with the human other, the stranger
According to Scottish legend a kelpie is a shape-shifting spirit that lives in the water, usually in the shape of a horse.
Standing close to 100 feet tall, these Kelpies are the largest equine sculptures in the world.
An illustration of some of the characters from Agatha Christie's novel 'The ABC Murders'. The novel is currently being serialised in the newspaper 'Asahi Weekly' in Japan.
Four stylized portraits in a grid depict individuals with distinct expressions and decorative backgrounds. Each person is dressed in vintage-inspired clothing, with backgrounds featuring geometric and floral designs.