Metaphor and Analogy - **In Title or Description**
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A picture as a metaphor for the new year - we are setting off into an uncertain future.
All the best for 2022!
I hope that you all stay healthy and can live in peace.
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 ;-)
"Have You Ever Seen the Rain?" is a song written by John Fogerty and released as a single in (early) 1971 from the album Pendulum (1970) by roots rock group Creedence Clearwater Revival. The song charted highest in Canada, reaching number 1 on the RPM 100 national singles chart in March 1971. In the U.S., in the same year it peaked at number 8 on the Billboard Hot 100 singles chart (where it was listed as "Have You Ever Seen the Rain / Hey Tonight", together with the B-side).
Some have speculated that the song's lyrics are referencing the Vietnam War, with the "rain" being a metaphor for bombs falling from the sky. In his review for Allmusic website, Mark Deming suggests that the song is about the idealism of the 1960s and about how it faded in the wake of events such as the Altamont Free Concert and the Kent State shootings, and that Fogerty is saying that the same issues of the 1960s still existed in the 1970s but that people were no longer fighting for them. However, Fogerty himself has said in interviews and prior to playing the song in concert that it is about rising tension within CCR and the imminent departure of his brother Tom from the band.
[from Wikipedia]
Happy 50th anniversary!
One of my all time favorite songs:
Happy Monochrome Monday, everyone!
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.
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~ The sky is often used as a metaphor
And I suppose that's because it's so big and expansive
When a long strand of cloud sits just above the horizon
Leaving a strip of clear blue beneath it
It becomes the panorama
It'll turn your head three hundred and sixty degrees,
And the same line follows you round if the land is sufficiently flat
Really, nothing can be compared to it
I am not an acrobat…
I cannot perform these tricks for you
Losing all my balance…
Falling from a wire meant for you ~
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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.
Artist: Manolo Mesa
Manolo Mesa is a Spanish artist living and working in the port city of El Puerto de Santa Maria. His paintings are a metaphor for life, encounter, and loneliness. An iconography of the absurdity of existence which goes beyond the physical. Through his work, he seeks to intertwine the past with the present. A street-art “poet”, curious about people and the world, Manolo believes that one's attitude and resilience create one's identity. “About the Community” was commissioned in 2019 by the Sisters of St. Joseph Neighborhood Network with support of PNC. The mural features members of the adjacent neighborhood, showcasing Erie’s diversity and unity. (Mural Arts of Erie County)
What is it about a grape vine that seems to provide varied metaphors for life?
In spring, young shoots and tendrils reach out to cling to support.
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?
A day to be kinder, to be braver, to be more.
Light is more than watts and candles, is a metaphor.
Light is knowledge, light is life, light is love.
Scenes like this just never get old for me even though I continue to. I can recall walking this road 30 years ago. I don't think there's any recognizable change in its appearance after all this time. It's as desolate and lonely looking now as it was then. And that's the appeal for me. It's a secondary road at best, and sees comparatively little traffic. It's possible to stand out here right on the centerline for long stretches without having to flee from speeding cars. And I do stand here for long stretches. I always bring the camera, but spend most of my time just observing the landscape and appreciating the desolation. I derive energy from straddling the divide, the boundary between the adjacent farm fields. Could be the sense of casual geometry one gets standing at just the right angle. Not sure there's any scientific basis for any of this, but it feels very real to me. This is high ground and it's always windy up here. Uncomfortably so on cool days, but that's part of the experience so I just dress accordingly. Weirdly this is one of those places where the more off-putting the weather, the more attractive it is. My best times here are spent in the most awful weather conditions. Somehow nice weather defeats the desolation and weakens the emotional impact. Nope, it never gets old.
Hanging on Clinging to the land as the sea constantly batters it. There are so many metaphors where sea meet land! No need for me to point them out. We can all find our own. If we can't there are many many examples in literature, songs and visual arts, no need for a silly old romantic sailor to blather on about them ;-)
Swedish sculptor Karl Momen’s 87-foot-tall "Metaphor: The Tree of Utah" rises over the desolate emptiness of Utah’s Bonneville Salt Flats.
Years and years ago, Al and I lived in an apartment that was a century-old house. The landlord had brought in a load of dirt for the backyard, but it was simply piled near our back door and left there. I don't remember that it was spread as long as we lived there.
In the first spring of our marriage, a single tulip came up in the middle of that dirt pile and bloomed red and beautiful. I'll never forget that. A glorious blossoming gift amidst an ugly pile of forgotten dirt.
I think it represents to me that nuance between happiness and joy. Joy is not contingent upon circumstances.
Happiness is a beautifully tended flower garden.
Joy is a tulip blossoming in a pile of dirt.
Halloween excites me like no other holiday. It's one of those primordial feelings, deeply rooted in childhood memories. The utter excitement of celebrating fear and darkness. Of dark thoughts being brought out into the open, if just for one night. Now many years past my youth and the sheer joy of costume-wearing and trick-or-treating, I'm still caught up in these feelings. I watched in fascination yesterday afternoon as kids in costumes prowled the streets. Some quite imaginative, other less so. But all infused with that playful energy that I recall so vividly. Kids seem to have transitioned away from horrific monster sort of costumes of my day. But that's really doesn't matter; the festive, celebratory aspect remains intact. Laughter and bright colors filled the ever lengthening shadows, both of the landscape as well as my mind. Time has a way of dampening the mind, blotting out memories. But Halloween in this case brought them flowing back. Adults seem to rekindle their own memories watching children retrace their steps in life. As a kid the most terrifying thoughts were centered on scenes such as this creepy pumpkin head-scarecrow hybrid. I loved (and still do) the thought of something like this standing silent vigil out in some desolate location. Nothing abjectly terrifying about this puppet-like creation, yet the context of presentation is darkly disturbing. It's as if this tattered and grimy thing has been waiting for me all these years since childhood. In fact I'm certain it waits for me still.
“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
Inch strand, Dingle Peninsula, Co Kerry, Ireland.
A silver lining is a metaphor for optimism in the common English-language idiom.
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.