Metaphor and Analogy - **In Title or Description**
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signalling a new direction
For some time now I've struggled to keep up with flickr...
I try to think of ways to be generous and reciprocal
and also meet my own needs to be more playful...
to have more time and energy for making images
and also for making lucid comments ;-)
For now I'm going to try being more flexible...
embrace a little more imperfection :-)
I'll still respond to comments
(this connection brings me happiness )
and I'll enjoy visiting those who leave them :-)
But I'll be more free about timing...
and not respond to every fave.
Tho I'll try to recognise loyal and wordless fave givers
I am, after all, often one myself.
Not an easy change to make.
But something has to give.
So here's to generosity and freedom.
Meet you
at the intersection ;-)
Forth Road Bridge 13 Dec 2015
The FRB is shrouded in all kinds of things - fog, political smokescreens, uncertainty, to name but a few.
Hopefully the bridge really will open again on 04 January 2016. I feel most sorry for the cancer patients having to travel miles extra for daily treatment in Edinburgh.
Please see my other photos of Edinburgh & the Lothians at www.jamespdeans.co.uk/p399603778
No one remembered to put in their original teeth
at the plant nursing home
so they can’t tell the nurses and aides
to turn off Fox news
and they wither like they’ve been
left for an eternity to suffer
for all their long lost sins.
**All poems and photos are copyrighted**
We can express our feelings regarding the world around us either by poetic or by descriptive means. I prefer to express myself metaphorically. Let me stress: metaphorically, not symbolically. A symbol contains within itself a definite meaning, certain intellectual formula, while metaphor is an image. An image possessing the same distinguishing features as the world it represents. An image — as opposed to a symbol — is indefinite in meaning. One cannot speak of the infinite world by applying tools that are definite and finite. We can analyse the formula that constitutes a symbol, while metaphor is a being-within-itself, it's a monomial. It falls apart at any attempt of touching it.
― Andrei Tarkovsky
Il est fort curieux que la philosophie occidentale, qui a presque universellement accepté l’idée que la mort de l’individu ne met aucunement fin à quoi que ce soit d’essentiel de la vie, ait à peine honoré d’une pensée (excepté chez Platon et Shopenhauer) cette autre idée bien plus profonde et plus intimement joyeuse, et qui logiquement va de pair avec elle : l’idée qu’il en est de même pour la naissance de l’individu ; que je ne suis pas créé pour la première fois, mais que je suis progressivement réveillé d’un profond sommeil. Alors mes espoirs et mes aspirations, mes peurs et mes soucis peuvent m’apparaître comme étant les mêmes que ceux de milliers d’humains qui ont vécu avant moi. Et je peux espérer que ce que j’ai imploré pour la première fois il y a des siècles pourra m’être accordé dans quelques centaines d’années. Aucune pensée ne peut germer en moi qui ne soit le prolongement de la pensée d’un ancêtre ; il n’y a pas en réalité de nouveau germe (de pensée), il y a l’éclosion prédéterminée d’un bourgeon sur l’arbre antique et sacré de la vie.
Je sais très bien que la plupart de mes lecteurs, en dépit de Schopenhauer et des Upanishads, prendront ce que je viens de dire pour une métaphore plaisante et adéquate, et refuseront d’accepter à la lettre l’axiome que toute conscience est Une par essence.
Ma conception du monde: Le Veda d'un physicien (Science et conscience) - Erwin Schrödinger
A child’s toy and an old bench....childhood and old age.... A visual metaphor? Or maybe just a little boy who got called to lunch and left his trike on the sidewalk!
Unless there is the iPhone icon, all photos were taken with a Nikon or more recently, with a Sony Mirrorless. I ioften import the images to a 12.9 inch iPad for editing.
At a time of a historic pandemic and racial discord/violence, major league baseball seems to reflect the times. Even as the virus may be waning, the different sides (the teams and the players) cannot agree yet on what's fair compensation for a shortened season. As a baseball fan who loves the idea of the USA...and it's the first country started as an idea if you think about it....I hope the sides can come together. Maybe the stitching's just gotten too loose and we can tighten them up a bit?
We just experienced yet another reversal in the mild spring weather pattern here. A warm and dry phase quite rudely shoved aside by a cold and wet one. Frustrating to adapt to high temperatures in the mid-40s after experiencing the mid-80s. Still the change of seasons presents dynamic visuals that are greatly enhanced by the weather. Such was the scene here amid an expansive field of vibrant dandelions beneath a dark and brooding sky. I love the luminescent quality of flowers on overcast days. Even the grass seems full of vigor now that it is emerging from the dreary phase of winter. Viewed from a distance, the individual dandelions meld into a monolithic sea of yellow. Making my way into the meadow created a feeling of immersion into springtime. The vastness of the scene seemed best conveyed by a closeup view of a single dandelion. I was struck by the way the petals seemed to burst out like a miniature fireworks display of spring color.
Animal Stories in Imagined Landscapes (Israel Pavilion)
Description: "The exhibition LAND. MILK. HONEY. examines the reciprocal relations between humans, animals, and the environment within the Israeli context. Our point of departure is the biblical imagery of milk and honey as a metaphor for plenitude, and its construction in practice as a Zionist project of modernisation. The exhibition focuses on five animals, domesticated and wild, each representing the multifaceted narrative of the introduction of modernity to the Levant. Through five case studies - cows, goats, honey bees, water buffaloes, and bats — we construct a spatial history of a place in five acts: Mechanisation; Territory; Cohabitation; Extinction; and Post-Human."
17th International Architecture Exhibition of the Biennale di Venezia 2021 in the Giardini della Biennale (Castello)
Veneto, Italy 10.08.2021
www.labiennale.org/en/architecture/2021/israel
Tiergeschichten in imaginären Landschaften (Israelischer Pavillon)
Beschreibung: "Die Ausstellung LAND. MILK. HONEY. untersucht die wechselseitigen Beziehungen zwischen Menschen, Tieren und der Umwelt im israelischen Kontext. Unser Ausgangspunkt ist das biblische Bild von Milch und Honig als Metapher für Überfluss und seine praktische Umsetzung im Rahmen des zionistischen Modernisierungsprojekts. Im Mittelpunkt der Ausstellung stehen fünf Tiere, domestizierte und wilde, die jeweils für die vielschichtige Geschichte der Einführung der Moderne in der Levante stehen. Anhand von fünf Fallstudien - Kühe, Ziegen, Honigbienen, Wasserbüffel und Fledermäuse - konstruieren wir eine räumliche Geschichte eines Ortes in fünf Akten: Mechanisierung; Territorium; Zusammenleben; Aussterben; und Post-Mensch."
17. Internationale Architekturausstellung der Biennale di Venezia 2021 in den Giardini della Biennale (Castello)
Venetien, Italien 10.08.2021
“I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world every day. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head all the time. Can you understand?”
John Coffey, “The Green Mile” by Stephen King
2020 seemed to start off just fine but rapidly became rather hazy.
Wishing everyone a happier, safer and very peaceful new year! Take care.
Olympus Pen-F.
A clump of wild timothy sways languidly along a rural road in the moments before an ominous thunderstorm storm strikes. I’m always in search of borders and boundaries when out with the camera. I love photographing them, and even more standing astride them. This is one of my many odd behavioral traits that defy rational explanation. As a result, attempts to discuss them often sound irrational (if not downright ridiculous). With that risk in mind, I’ll just say I think at some level, boundary lines represent unseen (yet highly palpable) energy fields. That includes boundaries both real and liminal. It relates to creating photos based upon a reaction to how scenes or situations make me feel.
Back in the moment on the old farm road, I’m already pretty charged up about the storm. It’s what brought me to this spot in the first place. And for my money, it’s one of the best visual and emotional boundaries imaginable, standing right along the leading edge of an intense storm. And on the edge of an expansive farm field which creates a visual effect of multiple boundaries within a single frame. In this case newly mown hay casting a wonderfully warm color contrast against the cool, dark sky. And as I walk along, I stumble upon the timothy grass. The stalks look delicate and tranquil as they gently sway in response to the breeze. Their presence made even more prominent by the raging storm looming in the background. It’s one of those scenes that exists only in this moment, and I could think of no better way to illustrate the fury of the storm than to focus on the calm in its path.
I can’t help it, I love to snap gate or stile. Surrounded with all this beauty and rough manmade wooden construction catches my eye every time. It’s got to be physiology, but what, the mind boggles. An invitation to pastures new, a transition, a way through a life barrier. Who knows, all I know, next time my travels encounters one, more often or not I’ll get the camera out. I wouldn’t care after slogging up to this one I didn’t pass through it, something told me to stay on this side of the wall, may be that’s the metaphor I should ponder.
I'm very fortunate to live in a rural area with easy access to woodlands, meadows, streams, ridge lines, valleys, and crop fields. I derive a great deal of energy and mental stimulation by entering into these spaces. I used to think it was the result of the oxygen released by plants. But it's much more than that. The visuals are quite often stunning, and motivate my creative mind. However I feel the same energy even if I take no photos at all. For me it's all about being immersed into scenes such as this, both literally and emotionally.
Walking through this meadow filled with dead and withered leaves filled me with a sense of life and vitality. Don't ask me to explain the dichotomy. It just is. There's simply as much (or even more) energy here now as there was months ago when this was all lush and green.
In her day-to-day, ahead seems gray, but with her reflexive gaze, creativity comes to life.
I'm just trying my hand at some fine arts photography. Mosquitoes bit me 27 times while taking this picture. She was bit 12 times before we realized that we were being eaten alive. So much anti-itch spray!