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I edited this photo so many times but never ending liking the tones. Colors are everything to me and the combination of them in a photo is one of the most important things in the aesthetics I am trying to achieve. After so many tries and start overs, I was happy with this result.
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"Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies
And we walked off to look for America
Cathy, I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America
Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said, be careful, his bowtie is really a camera
Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat
We smoked the last one an hour ago
So I looked at the scenery
She read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
Cathy, I'm lost, I said though I knew she was sleeping
And I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America
All come to look for America
All come to look for America"
Simon and Garfunkel 1968
This dog has an existential crisis every time we walk down the alley. Doing its job. I respect it.
Also, I'm going to open a bar called The Deranged Poodle.
Confronting a giant version of yourself can be daunting. Especially when you realize it has better posture than you.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
The drone has been sitting in an unfinished state for literally about 3 years. It feels good to have it done and I like how it turned out.
I will say, I had an existential crisis while making an AK-47 for the duplo kid. Who have I become?
My favorite model, Daniel, who also happens to be my little brother.
This is some of the stuff I got for Christmas (The flash and the old camera) and I decided to have Daniel do some modeling with it.
That ivy covered wall is in our back yard, yah I know, I'm lucky :]
The proverbial lady in waiting--but what is she waiting for?
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
Starring into the abyss of another Black Friday.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
20190710DE Brandenburg Germany. Sheds #9 This seems to be a shed which left off being one before it was finished. A shed with an existential problem. #merdasalvini #carolarackete #bloodshed #watershed #shedsrus #shedonist #shedsIhaveknown #shedalittlelight #shedsomefur #shedfullofsomething
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"Our brief finitude is a beautiful spark in the vast darkness of space. So we should live the fleeting day with passion and, when the night comes, depart from it with grace." Richard Holloway (2004) Looking in the Distance: The Human Search for Meaning.
A single cloud, floating like it’s got somewhere better to be. Mid-sky, mid-divorce, mid-existential crisis.
Minimalist in composition but emotionally messy, exposed just right to make that vapour trail feel like punctuation.
This isn’t serenity. It’s a passive-aggressive note left on the fridge.
At some point in the past week I had a minor existential crisis/sudden-dregding-up-of-psychic-goop-crisis and determined the only solution would be to go on a walk and listen to some Very Angsty music. It worked. I also managed to get some super cool pictures of the early-summer flora. I live in a very rural area — trees and trees and plants and plants abound. I’ve always loved taking walks and seeing all the plants and animals, especially in late spring/early summer — everything seems especially magic at that time around here. The green is bright yet subdued, there are many pastely late-spring ephemerals, and the sunlight is bright yet gentle. This is a picture of a huge bed of bright green ferns that I inverted into pink & purple.
I thought she was going on a deep sea journey, but in reading the write-up, it sounds more like a journey to human connection..
Apparently that helmet is made from an old furnace..
"Lost 5 – Signal" is a sculpture by artist Karl Mattson, displayed in Penticton as part of the city's Public Sculpture Exhibition from May 2024 to April 2025. This 14-foot-tall piece, constructed from new and salvaged steel, depicts a figure extending an arm skyward, symbolizing an attempt to send or receive a signal, reflecting humanity's search for connection in uncertain times.
The sculpture is installed at the Front Street roundabout, a prominent location that ensures visibility to both residents and visitors. This placement continues Penticton's tradition of showcasing impactful public art, following the display of Mattson's earlier work, "Lost," in the same location during the 2020-2021 exhibition.
Mattson's "Lost" series serves as a commentary on humanity's complacent progression into an uncertain future, with each piece exploring themes of environmental decline and existential struggle. "Lost 5 – Signal" emphasizes communication and the human desire for connection amidst these challenges.
#5318 - 2022 Day 204: In a world where cost is suddenly an existential threat, I couldn't pass the opportunity for a dozen sardines at £3 per Kg. Sardines are among the great things, so maybe they should be valued more highly and not sold so cheaply, but there we are ... These were soon on the barbecue.
"When you come to a fork in the road, take it."
--Yogi Berra
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The Danish artist Michael Kvium is known for the figurative visual language he uses to tackle the existential themes of humanity. In the exhibition ‘Circus Europa’, Kvium takes the circus as a metaphor for our time to portray a world of entertainment where even the most serious news is characterized by sensationalism and drama.
there are dreams that must remain in the drawers,
in the vaults, locked up til our end.
and so that could be dreamed during the whole life.
[hilda hilst]
há sonhos que devem permanecer nas gavetas, nos cofres, trancados até o nosso fim. e por isso passíveis de serem sonhados a vida inteira.
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more 'pointless photos of rust'...
(well yes - and pleasing visual rhythms, hidden eloquence, technical satisfaction and existential gratitude...or so it is to me)
In my professional relationship and friendship with Fr. Giussani I found myself within a historical and existential stream—“ a fever of life,” as he loved to put it—which has never stopped flowing.
-The Life of Luigi Giussani, Alberto Savorana
"Have you ever transcended space and time?"
This is a dedication to one of my favorite movies - and I honestly wanted to quote every singly line in my title/captions. It's genius.
If you haven't seen I Heart Huckabees, then please do. And if you have seen it - I hope you can appreciate this picture.
So that concludes your lesson for today.
"The universe is an infinite sphere whose center is everywhere
and whose circumference is nowhere."
Sometimes life weaves its own knots, and they are not necessarily to our liking. The questions is: should we spend time untangling them or proceed on? My life has been taken over by a project, not of my bidding, but nevertheless to be tackled. Can the knot be untangled or should life find its own way forward? Sorry for not being on flickr for a long time and not partaking of the joys of your photographs. Hopefully, some time soon.....
“I painted this figure wearing a cardboard box on his head to start a conversation with the public about what home means to them. As a country we are currently in an existential crisis over housing and our need to put a roof over our heads. There’s a fear and uncertainly about finding a safe space, and the system seems to be stacked in favour of the landlords”
said Asbestos.
Home isn’t simply about where you were born, it’s where you feel you belong, where you feel safe, where you’re welcomed, where you can come back to and feel accepted, loved and part of a community. We seem to have lost sight of this recently because we’re so concerned about rent, mortgages or even having a home.
Draped in strings and pedal steel moan, it evokes existential late-Sixties/early-Seventies radio balladry like Glen Campbell’s version of Jimmy Webb’s “Wichita Lineman” and Harry Nilsson’s cover of Fred Neil’s “Everybody’s Talkin’.” The sound dates back to Springsteen’s youth, and he channels it masterfully, with some of his most polished singing.
for The Dark Realm Collective - Ghost Art Pack, released on July 28th.
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This year I asked myself, like so many Sicilian and non-Sicilian photographers, where to go to take pictures for Good Friday, to discover one of the many popular traditions scattered throughout Sicily, in fact Easter in Sicily is a cathartic moment for those in search of traditional popular events, to be able to tell with words and above all (for those like me) with photographs, a research that may appear not without contradictions, for example for that great Sicilian thinker who was Leonardo Sciascia, for he Sicily cannot be called Christian, which he defined the Sicilian festivals, at best it is only in appearance, in those properly pagan explosions, tolerated by the Church; Sciascia deals with the topic as an introductory essay in the book "Religious feasts in Sicily" (a volume that is still found on flea markets at ever higher prices), illustrated with photographs of a young and still unknown Ferdinando Scianna (in the first edition they made a mistake also his name, Fernando Scianna can be read on the cover), a book that did not fail to raise some controversy precisely because of the introductory note of the Sicilian thinker, appearing in open controversy with the sacredness of that popular devotion (so much so that the book was the subject of a criticized by the newspaper of the Holy See, The Roman Observer), Sciascia writes “What is a religious feast in Sicily? It would be easy to answer that it's anything but a religious holiday. It is, above all, an existential explosion; the explosion of the collective id, where the collectivity exists only at the level of the id. Because it is only in celebration that the Sicilian emerges from his condition as a lonely man, which is after all the condition of his vigilant and painful superego, to find himself part of a class, a class, a city ”. Going back over the thought of Gesualdo Bufalino, Sicilian writer and poet, we find interesting indications on the meaning that the Sicilians give to these traditional popular events, he says "during Easter every Sicilian feels not only a spectator, but an actor, before sorrowful and then exultant, for a Mystery which is its very existence. The time of the event is that of Spring, the season of metamorphosis, just as metamorphic is the very nature of the ritual in which, as in a story from the “Opera dei Pupi” (Puppets work), the fight of Good against Evil is fought. The Deception, the Pain and the Triumph, the Passion, the Death and the Resurrection of Christ are present”.
In short, Easter in Sicily is a recurrence deeply felt throughout the island since ancient times, it has always had the moving participation of the people as its fulcrum, with representations and processions that have become rites and traditions that unequivocally characterize many Sicilian towns, which recall the most salient moments narrated in the Gospels and which recall the Passion, Death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ, with processions formed by the various brotherhoods (sometimes with theatrical re-enactments) which have in themselves contents and symbols often coming from the Spanish domination, which in Sicily between the 16th and 17th centuries.
Returning to my question, expressed at the beginning, I had several suggestions from friends and acquaintances, among these a nurse friend of mine, originally from Leonforte, Vincenzo, managed to tickle my interest in a particular way, hence the photographic story that I present, made this year, is that of the Good Friday procession of Leonforte.
The procession begins in the late morning, which proceeds from the Oratory to the Mother Church, through the Piazzale Matrice, during the short journey the Stations of the Cross are meditated on; the procession that advances towards the Cathedral (which will represent Golgotha, because it is there that the Crucifixion of Christ will take place) is started by a large Cross, behind it proceed two long lines of sisters and brothers, there are those who carry cushions with nails, the crown of thorns, and the sheet of the deposition with a "Red Rose" on it; then we find Christ with an uncovered face supported by five brothers, followed by the Virgin of Sorrows, carried on the shoulders of the confraternity of the same name. At noon, inside the Mother Church, once in front of the Cross, the statue with jointed arms is "crucified". When dusk comes everything is ready for the procession, which starts from the Mother Church with the rite of the deposition of Christ down from the Cross, which is taken care of by the priests; the procession winds along an estimated route of just over 7 km, involving the 13 churches of Leonforte (thirteen as there are stations of the “Way of the Cross”), a procession called "'U Mulimentu", a term that indicates the sepulcher which it guarded for three days the body of Christ before his Resurrection (The procession of the “'U Mulimentu” can be dated around 1650). This itinerary also includes the lighting of a huge bonfire placed in the square in front of the " Great Fountain of Leonforte" (built on the remains of an ancient Arab fountain), from whose 24 spouts water does not come out only on Good Friday, as a sign of mourning the death of Christ.
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Quest’anno mi ponevo la domanda, come tanti fotografi, siciliani e non, dove recarmi a realizzare fotografie per il Venerdì Santo, alla scoperta di una delle tantissime tradizioni popolari sparse in tutta la Sicilia, la Pasqua infatti in Sicilia, è un momento catartico per chi è alla ricerca di eventi popolari tradizionali, da poter così raccontare con parole e soprattutto (per chi come me) con fotografie, una ricerca che può apparire non priva di contraddizioni, ad esempio per quel grande pensatore Siciliano che fu Leonardo Sciascia, per lui la Sicilia non può dirsi cristiana, che definiva le feste Siciliane, al massimo lo è solo in apparenza, in quelle esplosioni propriamente pagane, tollerate dalla Chiesa; Sciascia affronta l’argomento come saggio introduttivo nel libro “Feste religiose in Sicilia” (volume che si trova ancore sui mercatini dell’usato a prezzi sempre più alti), illustrato con fotografie di un giovane ed ancora sconosciuto Ferdinando Scianna (nella prima edizione sbagliarono anche il suo nome, sulla copertina si legge Fernando Scianna), libro che non mancò di sollevare qualche polemica proprio per la nota introduttiva del pensatore Siciliano, apparendo in aperta polemica con la sacralità di quella devozione popolare (tanto che il libro fu oggetto di una stroncatura da parte del quotidiano della Santa Sede, l’Osservatore Romano), Sciascia scrive “Che cos’ è una festa religiosa in Sicilia? Sarebbe facile rispondere che è tutto, tranne che una festa religiosa. E’, innanzi tutto, un’esplosione esistenziale; l’esplosione dell’es collettivo, dove la collettività esiste soltanto a livello dell’es. Poiché e soltanto nella festa che il siciliano esce dalla sua condizione di uomo solo, che è poi la condizione del suo vigile e doloroso super io, per ritrovarsi parte di un ceto, di una classe, di una città ”. Andando a ripercorrere il pensiero di Gesualdo Bufalino, scrittore e poeta Siciliano, si trovano indicazioni interessanti sul senso che i Siciliano danno a questi eventi popolari tradizionali, egli dice “durante la Pasqua ogni siciliano si sente non solo uno spettatore, ma un attore, prima dolente e poi esultante, per un Mistero che è la sua stessa esistenza. Il tempo dell’evento è quello della Primavera, la stagione della metamorfosi, così come metamorfica è la natura stessa del rito nel quale, come in un racconto dell’Opera dei Pupi, si combatte la lotta del Bene contro il Male. Sono presenti l’Inganno, il Dolore e il Trionfo, la Passione, la Morte e la Resurrezione di Cristo”.
In breve, la Pasqua in Sicilia è una ricorrenza profondamente sentita in tutta l’isola fin dall’antichità, essa ha sempre avuto come fulcro la commossa partecipazione del popolo, con rappresentazioni e processioni divenuti riti e tradizioni che caratterizzano inequivocabilmente numerosissimi centri Siciliani, che rievocano i momenti più salienti narrati nei Vangeli e che ricordano la Passione, la Morte e la Resurrezione di Gesù Cristo, con cortei formati dalle varie confraternite (a volte con rievocazioni teatrali) che hanno in se contenuti e simbologie spesso provenienti dalla dominazione Spagnola, avvenuta in Sicilia tra il XVI ed il XVII secolo.
Ritornando alla mia domanda, espressa all’inizio, ho avuto diversi suggerimenti da parte di amici e conoscenti, tra queste un mio amico infermiere, originario di Leonforte, Vincenzo, è riuscito a solleticare il mio interesse in particolar modo, da qui il racconto fotografico che presento, realizzato quest’anno, è quello della processione del Venerdì Santo di Leonforte.
La processione inizia in tarda mattinata, che procede dall’Oratorio fino alla Chiesa Madre,attraverso il piazzale Matrice, durante il breve tragitto vengono meditate le stazioni della Via Crucis; ad inziare la processione che avanza verso il Duomo (che rappresenterà il Golgota, perché è li dentro che avverrà la Crocifissione del Cristo) è una grande Croce, dietro procedono due lunghe file di consorelle e confrati, ci sono coloro che portano i cuscini con i chiodi, la corona di spine, ed il lenzuolo della deposizione con sopra una “Rosa Rossa”; poi troviamo il Cristo a volto scoperto sorretto da cinque confrati, segue la Vergine Addolorata, portata in spalla dall’omonima confraternita. A mezzogiorno, dentro la Chiesa Madre, giunti dinnanzi alla Croce, la statua con le braccia snodabili viene “crocifissa”. Quando sopraggiunge l’imbrunire tutto è pronto per la processione, che inizia dalla Chiesa Madre col rito della deposizione del Cristo giù dalla Croce, della quale se ne occupano i sacerdoti; la processione si snoda lungo un percorso stimato in poco più di 7 Km, interessando le 13 chiese di Leonforte (tredici quante sono le stazioni della Via Crucis), processione chiamata “’U Mulimentu”, termine che indica il sepolcro che custodì per tre giorni il corpo del Cristo prima della sua Resurrezione (La processione del “’U Mulimentu” è databile intorno al 1650). Questo percorso prevede anche l’accensione di un enorme falò posto sul piazzale antistante la “Gran Fonte di Leonforte” (costruita sui resti di una antica fontana araba), dalle cui 24 cannelle non esce acqua solo il giorno del Venerdì Santo, in segno di lutto per la morte del Cristo.
A dream,
or perhaps a nightmare.
A thought that has not yet decided what to become,
a breath held for too long.
Ambiguous presences, almost abstract,
fragile yet tense,
as if the soul had found a surface
against which to press.
I do not know whether they ask to be heard
or wish to speak.
I only know this image
already existed,
before it ever passed through the lens.
Un sogno,
o forse un incubo.
Un pensiero che non ha ancora deciso cosa essere,
un sospiro trattenuto troppo a lungo.
Presenze ambigue, quasi astratte,
inermi eppure tese,
come se l’anima avesse trovato un punto di attrito
contro cui premere.
Non so se chiedano ascolto
o se vogliano parlare.
So solo che questa immagine
esisteva già,
prima ancora di attraversare l’obiettivo.
An expansive view always stirs up my wanderlust. I feel another adventure coming on.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
A man stands alone in front of a austere motel, hat pulled low, bottle tucked in his pocket. He doesn't drink from it. Just holds it. Like it might answer something if he waits long enough.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
Pacing through the grounds at Strawberry Hill in various states of deep thought, these cats appear like a group of existential poets gripped by their own inner anxieties. The cats, silhouetted against the white façade of the building, will generate an atmosphere of courtliness but their featureless faces will convey an uncanny blankness onto which we will also be able to project our own concerns.
Laura Ford