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A metaphor I've heard a few times over the years: Those swans glide silently and gracefully over the water, yet if you were to look at them from below, you'd see how chaotic their feet are moving to propel them. Guess it was supposed to say something like, don't judge a book by its cover, or still waters run deep, something like that. And it's, frankly, wrong. If the movement was chaotic, the birds would never move in a straight line. It's fast movement, fair enough, but it's about as chaotic as the inner workings of a combustion engine, or the conrods of a steam locomotive.
Turns out a swan has more in common with a paddle wheel steamer than with a jetski. I guess that would be another viable method to generate thrust, but swans don't eat enough beans for that.
And not just swans, also ducks and many other things moving in the water.
in our second life, overcompensation is king
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boobies are available on my twitter: lamp boobies if you're into that
Buildings, cities and states - or plants, animals and human beings: they all have their ups and downs. At first they are growing, then they tumble down again. Sometimes even the downs have a certain dignity. - someone's entering there at the door: friend or foe?
The lights of course are a metaphor for the positives in life. It's so easy to get stuck in a negative frame of mind, and it drags you further and further down. It's the small things you should allow to keep your head up, like a smile from a stranger.
We know that Immanuel Velikovsky's "Worlds In Collision" has been decisively dismissed as Pseudoscience. But the TITLE seems to resonate as an appropriate "Metaphor for Our Times"
On Velikovsky's brilliantly imaginative, though seriously flawed cosmological reflections, see - inter alia - en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Immanuel_Velikovsky
I am sad, I am angry.
A photo taken yesterday, passing in front of a closed store. Roccaraso, Abruzzi.
I am obsessed with empty chairs recently and I got a comment from my friend. The chair you have chosen is a common type and the setting is not special or without special lighting. It is not unique and cannot be treated as a metaphor in any way.
I find this so familiar. Many have argued that photography cannot be art because it can be reproduced so easily. There is no uniqueness and it could not be an artistic expression. Another person can stand in the same place and take the same shot. Even with different exposure setting and technique, it is still the same subject reproduced in the two-dimensional space. This makes more sound argument when you shoot mundane subjects in daily life.
I will skip the detailed discussions here. Your ideas are very much welcome.
I am a stubborn person and I believe my chair is different from yours even when you stand in the same spot and take the same picture with my camera. :o)
And of course photography is artistic expression in my eyes (even without digital darkroom).
Happy Monday!
A chair in my neighbourhood taken with the Fuji S1600 compact.
Better larger - Ore-ortyx - from Greek oros: mountain, and ortyx: quail
In the book To See Every Bird on Earth: A Father, a Son, and a Lifelong Obsession By Dan Koeppel, the author talks about his father's quest to literally, see every species of bird on earth. The father is quite remote from the son, due to his birding obsession. The son, eager to please his father, tells the father that he (the son) can deliver a mountain quail sighting at his place. The father then explains the concept of nemesis birds (the birds we never are able to see for one fluke-ish reason or another). The numerous failed attempts to see the ephemeral quail becomes the metaphor for the father and son's inability to reach each other and connect.
John Muir on the other hand, loved mountain quail (of course)...In his piece "My First Summer in the Sierra" he talks about Lake Tenaya's enchantments in Yosemite: "The mountain quail I often meet in my walks - a small brown partridge with a very long, slender, ornamental crest worn jauntily like a feather in a boy's cap, giving it a very marked appearance..."
I'd go the extra mile and then some to see this lovely and very elusive creature. Wouldn't you?
A break from our regular scheduled programing (read 2 more band shots coming up...including my favorite). Nature was calling me. Too many people shots in a row gets me nervous.
Crushing Metaphors.
Толпы контрастирующих пиров благородные звери быстрые вздохи прыгающие комнаты огромные крайности вытягивание лап столы корзины ссоры случаются,
استنزاف اضطهادات يرثى لها تيارات زاحفة يتنفس دخانًا يحول القبلات بحار متشابكة وحوش محتشدة أيدي ملطخة بالدماء تفتح الثقوب,
balayage des rochers taches parallèles décès compagnie ailes mots nuits les plus fortes invitations obscurité forces vénérables boire des libations,
neotesan pjesnik velike kolone večere duge uglačane stolice dostojanstvene šalice masivna koplja znatiželjne predstave brojanje koraka krajnji bodovi,
prace obciążone wyobrażenie kursów wędrowiec komentarze tradycyjne rady komponowanie teoria zaniepokojone stanowiska tłumaczenia rozwiązania,
秘密を構築する命令制御謝辞提案バースト表現長い意見変装明確な重要な蓋特定の役割新しい神話は罠を報告する.
Steve.D.Hammond.
"Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind,
Visions of shadows that shine.
Til one day I returned and found they were the
Victims of the vines of changes."
- - Lyrics by Phil Ochs
I captured this scene on an idyllic day in late June when it felt as if the entire summer was still before me. The days felt absurdly long. My garden was young and vibrant, lush with green foliage and the promise of hope. My visit here was a spontaneous time-out while running an errand. The sort of thing I tend to do quite often while driving. Planned getaways are problematic for me in summer, but I'm hardly even missed during quick forays such as this. And so I found myself in this rural burial ground on a sweltering day, under a brilliant sun, and welcome breezes flowing through the grass and tree limbs. I made my way along the boundary fence to a small knoll under the cool shade of a copse of trees. The oldest graves are here representing people long forgotten, decades having passed since the summers of their lives. I paused near the crest of the knoll. Sometimes they key moment is the approach to a place like this rather than the actual arrival. I had the sense this was one of those occasions. It seemed better to take in this moment from a distance rather than intrude further. Everything I could hope to take away from this experience seemed to lie before me (also a wonderful allegory for summer itself). My visit here didn't last long. Less than 15 minutes and I was on my way again. Yet I still reflect on these moments. In just a few short weeks daylight has begun to grow noticeably shorter. My garden is withering as gardens eventually do. The lush greens and sense of promise are waning. And another summer begins its inexorable drift into memory.
We're going to ride the Ferris Wheel
of Life and when it gets to the top,
We'll review each of the blessings we've
received, they never seem to stop!
Round and round we go
never stopping, never wondering
our life's struggle have it's beginning
it will always have it's end
As long as there's beauty in the sunrise,
The sound of laughter at a sweet surprise
A child reaching for our hands to hold
The ride on Life's Ferris Wheel, we'll savor
Knowing we've received blessings of God's favor,
Our hearts will be happy and
we'll never grow old!
Eerie yet beautiful, Alcatraz is a photographer's playground, especially on a clear day with blue skies. Bring your windbreaker, though; as always, being out on San Francisco is a chilly experience, even in the middle of summer.
METAPHOR OF LIFE, of knots and ropes and hooks.
Wonderful rope… I see it as a symbol of how, in a good relationship, you as a person, together with your partner, your lives become 'intertwined' and therefore so much stronger.
Soul mates will feel themselves bonded together for a lifetime.
And it goes further… all so ‘connected’, how we can touch the lives of many, many we do not even know personally or my never meet… especially nowadays.
However, connection through PHOTOGRAPHY! Many people can be touched by an image...
Have a wonderful day, filled with love and beauty, THANKS FOR VIEWING!!! M, (*_*)
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