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Daylight is beginning to falter here as we are dragged deeper into October. Even under a sunny, midday sky, the quality of light seems different. I see dappled sunlight where there was sheer brilliance just a few weeks ago. There's a shadowy quality to the landscape reminiscent of early evening that now persists all day long. Richly saturated autumn foliage tends to distract the eye during these weeks, masking the onset of encroaching darkness which surges in with the inevitability of an ocean tide. It's a very delicate balance, both of light and shadow, but also of emotion. Reality descends harshly as the lush foliage morphs into a sea of bare branches.
One of those days. Trapped in the antiquity of my own thoughts.
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Day started out sunny, ends with big rain. Kind of a perfect metaphor. My day started great. Ended with falling out with a friend.
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Coffee cures all.
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Personal 30 day challenge. Take a picture a day every day with my phone and.record the time, the moment.
Visual metaphor ahoy!
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Excerpt from the plaque:
The Fallen Chandelier
In nearly every language, and as far back as we can trace, light has been used as a metaphor for knowledge. What does it mean when we encounter a fallen chandelier?
At first glance, it seems to signify a loss of what once was, of the splendor and grandeur of a past era. No longer does it illuminate paintings by old masters, or dazzle guests at a ball. It lies on the ground, abandoned and forgotten.
At second glance, however, the visitor can see the faint glow of the still-intact bulbs, can hear the sad hum of tinkling glass. The fallen chandelier resounds for us as that kind of constant reminder which Pascal expressed in the following words: “We remain human as long as we preserve our memory.”
Here, in this space originally built by James Gairdner, the fallen chandelier pays homage to his lifelong devotion to the arts and sciences. Through education, through the pursuit of knowledge, we keep the light on in the chandelier, we keep the music playing.
The story here opens at a place and time that may evoke the crucial color. A morning scene like this would be a ticket to a variety of eye pleasing elements when we are meant to focus on the sensory wonderment or even for the perfect shape of heart on a romantic connection.
As a beautiful, yet with some enigmatic metaphor this is the image of a blue hour – a time before sunrise when the whole world has this blueish color to it. At the dawn of a new day when everyone is embracing the possibilities it may bring.
The scene becomes something of a tranquil state not just retrieval of childhood memories that fuses an air of melancholy at the same time, but also for the kind of optimism towards the future it represents.
That’s why It is said that Images are beautifully muted cinematography and in various ways they are striking and memorable.