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The silhouetted figures on the rugged outcrop on the jurassic coast add to the drama and scale of these cliffs
The temple dedicated to the goddess Meenakshi (called Meenakshi Amman Temple) in the city of Madurai, in the state of Tamilnadu is the second largest temple in South India and arguably the best in architecture & decorations. The present temple was constructed by the Nayak King Tirumalai (1623-1655 A.D.) over the partially damaged older temple which dates from Before Christ era.
Drawing #110, Perspective, July 6, 2012 Ball Point Pen & Crayon on Paper 8.5" x 11"
Surreal Automatism - I do a big squiggle and find something in it
2 people: 2 perspectives. Allowing God to be the Artist. Not having to see the whole thing palnned out before you to take the first step. Following in faith. Doing the most obvious thing in front of you to do even if you think you don't want to -and the subject 2 people who both fit togehter perfectly but who are also, in a slight shift of the eye- alone at the same moment that they are together.
Aerial perspective UTadeo ©
Foto: JuliánDBernal – FotografÃa
Universidad Jorge Tadeo Lozano, Btá-Col
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My pix on the op-ed page of the Times-Picayune! Note that these pix appeared on Flickr first, and then in the newspaper. Read more here:
Nearly every day for two years, I rode a bus through this area on my way to work. I remember that first time I rode it, anxiously looking outside the window, trying to recognize landmarks that I had seen the day before, trying to remember when exactly I was supposed to stop the bus and where exactly the school I was supposed to teach at was. I was frightened and in a state of panic, as the high of Tokyo began to wane and the cruel barbs of reality began to set in. A realization suddenly dawned upon me, that I was in an unfamiliar land, essentially alone and unable to ask for assistance with any semblance of convenience or reliability. The journey had barely started, and thoughts of defeat had already begun to exhibit.
Then after another row of houses familiar in their uniformity, the bus turned the corner and I saw the water. I'm not sure if beautiful is the word that I would use to describe it, and I'm not sure I was even capable of waxing romantic given the state of mind I was in, but it was nonetheless comforting in a quiet way. Having lived near the ocean nearly my entire life, it was like seeing a familiar face, an old friend willing to offer guidance without my even having to ask for it.
But then, like some ill-fated friendships, familiarity breeds a certain malignant monotony, such that despite the joyous occasions shared, things have simply and horrifically grown boring. Each bus ride to work, each repetition of the grindstone stripped away the last remnants of enjoyment until all that was left was the dull sensation of the mundane. What’s really sad is that what we thought was once so magnificent still is, we just sort of forgot about it.
What existed in the past would then be abandoned for an uncertain future, but at least uncertainty is more exciting than routine. Then, without even realizing it, it’s gone. For some people, all that remains is but a memory, one that inspires unsatisfying thoughts about possibilities, of stillborn futures that will never experience the merriment the imagination imbued into it.
Some people don’t even care.
But if memories call to you, I say listen. At worst, you torment yourself for a while, but maybe the pain of lost potential will motivate you to do something about it, maybe it doesn’t have to just be a memory, but a seed for new memories to be made. Much like the shot, taken near the end of my time in Japan, when my life there had well entrenched itself into a tepid comfort zone, all it takes is a little perspective to continue the tale shared between old friends.
Here’s to the memory of lost friends, in hopes that more will be added again someday.
About 3/4 the way to the top of Black Balsam Knob (on the Art Lobe trail) we stopped and walked off the trail onto some flat rocks to take this view in. The leave color changing in its prime time, making for a vibrate sea of autumn colors. (picture of myself, settings set by myself, button pressed by my good friend Jessie)
More pictures from an earlier summer vacation. I like the use of perspective as a technique to demonstrate movement in a photo.
"Always concentrate on how far you have come, rather than how far you have left to go. The difference in how easy it seems will amaze you."
~ Heidi Johnson
... Shot from the hills above the Evergreen Brickworks
"stepping into someone elses shoes and looking at how another person sees the world" In this theme, perspective, it pretty much means looking through someone else’s glasses, looking at the world like they do. For instance, Mayella Ewell. Sure, from your POV (Point of view) you see her as a brutal, lying, horrid woman, right? Now look at it at her POV. She probably feels alone, and uncared for. She takes care of 5+ kids, is abused by her father and, to top it off, and is in one of the worst fated families to be in. Doesn’t it look a bit different now? Now that one has seen the world the way Mayella see’s it, it’s all different now. In this picture the teen is expiriencing sadness and depression for not "fitting in". If the other cool teens felt what she felt saw what she saw they would definately will not treat her in a bad way. Today school has become a jail for students not fitting in making them feel uncomfortable and abnormal.
Everyone has a light within...
It all depends on one's perspective...
Whether one sees the dark periphery...
Or rise above the oversimplified perception of the mind...
And see the eternal spark !