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Saw these seed pods on my walk home from work and decided to really test the limits of my iPhone 12. Love the ephemeral quality of the subject.
One of my interests as a photographer is to attempt to blur the lines between metaphor & symbol.
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your breath at my throat is a feather tickling at my soul
submitted to 100 words
61/100 words: metaphor
Inside Salisbury Cathedral.
Yes, I know there are ways to stop this photo having cathedral walls looming at the angle they are, but doing that reduces the impact of the image, with the organ pipes on either side and the impressive vaulted ceiling, looking down the nave to the bright altar (there's probably a metaphor there).
Taken in February 2018, but recently unearthed whilst trying to reduce the amount of storage space my archive occupies.
And since it's Valentines Day tomorrow, I probably will see a lot of red.
And no, I'm not angry :)
For MacroMondays theme "Metaphors"
Happy MM and have a wonderful Valentines Day!
I spent a little time hunting for slices of the landscape at Lake Pawtuckaway. I like the balance and symmetry of this one.
This series of three shots shows pairs of tundra swans rising, flying, and descending. Life is like that, don't you think?
Scene From the Urban Jungle. © Copyright 2023 G Dan Mitchell.
A tree in a planter on a Manhattan sidewalk, amidst urban detritus of various sorts.
This is yet another photograph from my spring visit to New York City. There’s more going on in this photograph than might be immediately apparent. I’ll share a few hints here, but you may want to look a bit deeper, beyond my description, and even consider potential metaphors, not all of which will be immediately obvious. Some of them were not even obvious to me when I made the photograph, and I only saw them later. Yes, I’m being a bit opaque about this. Have fun…
The backstory is pretty simple. I was staying in Manhattan, a few blocks south of Central Park, while visiting my sons and daughters-in-law. My usual plan is to get out for a bit of a walk in the morning before connecting with them, though the constant wet weather interfered a bit with that. But I did head out for a random walk with my camera. I passed this planter before thinking that it might make a photograph, so I backed up and framed a couple of shots, mainly thinking about colors, the petals on the ground, and a few other odd juxtapositions.
G Dan Mitchell is a California photographer and visual opportunist. His book, “California’s Fall Color: A Photographer’s Guide to Autumn in the Sierra” is available from Heyday Books, Amazon, and directly from G Dan Mitchell.
Zeiss Ikon Contax II (1936)
Carl Zeiss Jena 50mm f/1.5 Sonnar (1939)
Eastman 5234 in Rodinal (semi stand)
-- A metaphor for something.
Calculating Metaphors.
Des calculs succédant à des nuits d'appréhension inévitables qui défient le poète de terribles vents insignifiants sur des côtes extrêmes en accroissant des suppositions,
רעפלעקטיאָנס לייץ ראַשינג צוגעוווינט פּייסיז קאַלקיאַלייטינג סופּערסטישאַס צייַט ימפּעדימאַנץ נאַוואַגייטערז ימאַדזשאַנד קאַמפּאַניאַנז סטופּענדאַס שעה,
διαφανή πλοία αδύνατο βαρύ παρασυρόμενο καπετάνιο έρημο τεράστια καταστροφή του νερού έννοιες συγκλονιστική καταστρώματα καταπιεσμένες ιδέες μπλοκαρισμένες,
horrendum stridens hostibus purgatam cuius fulgore conlucere verba ampullata, rationes quasdam subsidentes instar montis visiones abyssos contemplations nuper eis numerus,
والحيل التي لا تقاوم ينظر نقاط التعدي على الأدلة تحول المقصورة الخاصة تشكل الحواس مفاهيم غير كافية الأشرعة المكتوبة,
древни забележки сенки усещания любопитни спомени смаяни гласове огромни неудобства поглъщани заплахи хаос мили,
感動的なアイデア達成知識驚くほどの蛇の同心円の表現雷鳴心が爆発.
Steve.D.Hammond.
L' « effet papillon » est une expression qui résume une métaphore concernant le phénomène fondamental de sensibilité aux conditions initiales de la théorie du chaos. La formulation exacte qui en est à l'origine, fut exprimée par Edward Lorenz lors d'une conférence scientifique en 1972, par la question suivante :
« Le battement d'ailes d'un papillon au Brésil peut-il provoquer une tornade au Texas ? »
Awoke this morning to find a thick blanket of fog over the village. Grabbed my camera and headed down to the cemetery to capture some images of the sun as it began to burn through the fog. As I wandered about I happened to notice a small figure lurking beneath a cornstalk that had been set out near a pair of gravestones. I couldn't quite make it out due to the fog. Upon closer inspection, I was amazed to find a creepy Halloween decoration had been placed on the grave. I was thrilled with the discovery, but my enthusiasm was tempered with the thought that this was the grave of a young person. Evidently he enjoyed Halloween as much as me, and his family had brought these decorations to his grave. It was a sobering thought but still the universe had brought me here on this foggy morning and somehow guided me right to this spot. There was no other reason than to capture this image and tell the story. To me this scene presented a classic metaphor for life and death. A skeleton in a cemetery of all things. Even the lighting was perfect, the warmth of the rising sun (life) on the left side of the image, transitioning to the cool, shady blues (death) to the right. Happy Halloween Bryan.