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Autumn fills me with a sense of conclusion. The death of summer marks the end of another year much more profoundly than watching a ball drop on New Year's Eve. The spectacular autumnal hues are simultaneously wonderful and sad. I marvel in their splendor but am saddened to watch them slip away with each passing day. These are things I've always felt at some level. It just seems more intense in recent years as I grow older, and perhaps become more sensitive to such things. Maybe attuned is a better word. My senses are much keener (at times anyway). I notice things I once missed. I appreciate things I once tossed over. Autumn in the cemetery brings on stunning visual metaphors for the passage of life. Generations have passed since this stone was set. Many decades worth of autumn leaves have erupted here, only to be swept away by the cold winds of December. The stone is weathered and the inscription faded. It's got perhaps a few years to go before it topples and cracks. The lifecycle grinds on.
Timmendorfer Strand, Germany, 2020
Raising a red flag is a metaphor indicating imminent danger. Human nature obviously loves overdoing things :-)
This transcendent moment of morning perfection was gifted to me by Lake Tahoe on my last day this past visit. Please do view this one Large on Black.
The older generation thought nothing of getting up at five every morning - and the younger generation doesn't think much of it either.
~John J. Welsh
Image Notes: This image is a blend of an hdr made from 5 frames 1 EV apart (tone-mapped in Dynamic-Photo HDR) layered over the second darkest exposure of those five with a slight bit of vignetting applied along the way. Also, the just rising sun was positioned directly behind the small structure to create a bloom effect and add to the vignette.
It's a grand old metaphor.
The tree is old and straggly.
I'm old and straggly.
The tree has lost it's foliage.
I've lost my foliage.
The tree is standing alone in the middle of nowhere.
I'm standing alone in the middle of nowhere.
The tree has a big branch pointing skyward.
I have.........
And so the poor metaphor endeth.
This is directly opposite the Frolicking Field, just outside The Middle of Nowhere, South Australia, Australia.
Sorry I haven't been round to visit everyone. I'm slowly getting there.
Best viewed large: www.flickr.com/photos/davidh3160/3406154937/sizes/l/
A dystopian view of the future? A critical commentary on the nature of large cities? A metaphor for the cogitating mind itself? Or, perhaps a suggestion of a coming out of darkness via the quantum world view. Any or all of the above ...
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Music Link: "Tales of the Future", Vangelis - from the "Blade Runner" soundtrack ( Vangelis ). Featuring the eery, otherworldly voice of Demis Roussos, former bandmate of Vangelis when he was with the Greek experimental group Aphrodite's Child. There's something almost Qawali about Roussos's singing here, reminding one of Nusrat Fateh Ali Kkan, but put into the context of the darkness of the film and as an adjunct to this image here it takes on a creepy, almost hair-raising quality.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaDdbBNgahI
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[...] Buried by their building lay the hideous bodies; it is said that Mother Earth, soaked in the blood of her children, became wet.
She then filled the still warm blood with life and transformed it into the shape of humans so that the memory of her descendants would not be completely lost.
But that brood also despised the heavenly ones, thirsted for brutal murder and was violent; after all, it was born of blood. [...]
Source: ovid-metamorphosen-giganten
∎ Ovid | 20 March 43 BC – AD 17/18
original pic location @: i0.wp.com/blog.mdschneider.me/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/... [[ photo is not mine // this will be the only public viewable photo ]]
I very nearly talked myself out of attending this carnival. In the end, it wasn't so much a strong desire that brought me here. Rather it was a premonition of how bad I would feel the next day if I had blown it off. Truly a case of motivation as a result of negative consequences. Over the years I've learned that the outcome of events such as this are unpredictable. But there is the absolute certainty of failure through inaction. The carousel of life gives you only one ride; best to make every moment count.
My ambivalence with carnivals stems from the fact that they make me sad. I walk through the venue surrounded by people having fun, yet everything I see creates a sense of melancholy. I'm detached at the surface level, but deeply engaged in the visuals. The camera is able to frame my feelings into something tangible. Here the chair riders are cast into a blur as if being spun around a luminous water fountain. Simultaneously magical and utterly forlorn.
"Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming."
-Roberto Bolaño
Magik Troll's March Challenge ~ Macro/close-up photography ~
Created for Sliders Sunday
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