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HMM- the theme for today, 11/23 is spiky and this is one possibility :) this is another closer-in macro of an aspirin vial. .. there are 7 possibilities today- yikes
HMM "macro mondays" spiky possibility
paris. late evening. the street glistens from a recent rain. no one speaks. the woman checks her phone. the man, holding a lamp like a torch, walks as if he's stepping into a play. no one asks why. no one needs to. the scene explains itself, and nothing at all.
This forlorn little cemetery statue stopped me in my tracks recently. It struck me as the perfect metaphor for how I feel lately. Completely buried in a never-ending avalanche of bad news. I am a news junkie at heart, but even I've had to limit my exposure in an often futile effort to maintain mental wellness. The delayed outcome of the presidential election, coupled with the annoying and unnecessary delay in transition, have only served to punctuate an already awful year. And meanwhile the pandemic rages on. I was thinking the other day just how conditioned I've become to a daily onslaught of bad news. I recall the early days of the pandemic and the anxiety attacks that followed even a quick stop at a grocery store. Im way past that point now. Difficult to even remember a time before it all began. Going into stores without a mask; embracing people; shaking hands. Even family gatherings, all gone. Everything has changed this year, for better or worse. I feel oddly detached from the approaching holidays. The Covid format threatens to suck most of the joy right out of the season. I'm not quite as downbeat as this all sounds. I continue to find ways to relieve the stress by staying active and being creative. Can't help but wonder if artwork developed during the pandemic might someday be regarded as a unique genre. I'm not talking about photos of people wearing masks. Rather the subconscious impact on our worldview that emerges when we create. No doubt the pandemic has influenced us all, perhaps in ways that are yet to be recognized.
Give me the wings of imagination and I can take off from the land of reailty.
Have a great evening!
Steveston Richmond. November 2016.
PS. I am still checking my archive of Fuji 90mm shots.
Fuji X-Pro2
Fuji XF 90mm F2
PROVIA Film Simulation
Metaphor - DOING TIME, the "key" to getting out. Composite - Eastern State Pen, PA. I made a chapter ring(he ring around the clock face dial with numerals) For hands I took an image of the prison main gate replica key and made the hands for the dial. The Droste effect was used to make the dial image spiral with displacement maps.
The return to "TumbleWorld", carrying on with recent themes and visual concerns. Still going for a darker, more baroque expression with restrained palettes and colours not so "straight out of the tube". All with the view to increasing my visual vocabulary.
Mannequins still provide the visual metaphor that I often use to criticize the "insincerity" and even "dishonesty" inherent in consumerist culture. The "sargasso" here refers to the thick tangles that we create for ourselves in our murky, cultural ocean.
While there is a certain dark beauty here that can be alluring, beneath the surface flash the teeth of the main intent.
Music Link: "Exquisite Corpse" - Shriekback, from their album "Sacred City". This song is not meant to be a musical illustration of my image but something that fascinatingly enough connects at points, providing provoking collisions of metaphor. Barry Andrews' breathtaking lyrical agility and the sinuous, exotic music with a hint of Eastern colour made this a more artistically motivated choice for accompaniment. The early 20th century Surrealists used to love to play a parlour game called, "Exquisite Corpse" which, much like "broken telephone" was the cumulative result of several peoples' efforts, all hidden from each other in process, to create an unforeseen result.
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© Richard S Warner ( Visionheart ) - 2015. All Rights Reserved. This image is not for use in any form without explicit, express, written permission.
I made this two years ago for some digital retard class.
I loved it, minus the text and little girl I threw it in.
So, here it is.
Without any of the dumb stuff.
Dès l'aurore
Ma rivière se revet d'or
Devient métaphore
Reflet de ma rivière sauvage …!!!
Un safari photo impressioniste au quotidien concentré essentiellement (ou presque) sur un petit morceau de planète de 55 000 pieds carrés ...!!!
Une démarche "waldennienne" à la Thoreau …!!!
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Metaphor
At the dawn
My wild river is clothed in gold
Becomes metaphor
My wild river reflection …!!!
An impressionnist photo safari concentrated mainly on a daily basis (or almost) on my small piece of planet of 55 000 square feet …!!!
A Thoreau "waldennienne" approach …!!!
We've shot right past the peak daylight of late June here in northern Ohio. Came and went as it always does, unnoticed; simply lost in the blur as days slip into weeks. I'm having to reverse course now on my evening activities...doing the same things, but doing them earlier before darkness sets in. I've been riding my bicycle lately out to the township line. Great stress reliever, great exercise, and more often than not, great life moments. I just love the solitude of the rural roads and expanses of farmland. For me there's always been a high level of spiritual energy surrounding crop fields. It's similar to that Zen feeling I feel in my own tiny vegetable garden. But it's at the steroid level adjacent to multi-hundred acre cornfields. So I'm already predisposed to a metaphysical thought process just being here. But some evenings the sky erupts into insane color and texture as the sun sets. Happened several days in a row last week. No two alike, and extremely dynamic in nature. The color expands and collapses within minutes or even seconds. It ripples across the clouds, and presents hues so vivid and saturated that it seems surreal. I've come to realize the feelings I associate with these moments have less to do with the actual colors, but the sense of awe that overwhelms me as I experience them. I'm not merely witnessing the color, I'm being enveloped in it as the last light is squeezed out of the day.
Any Avengers fans in the house? One of my fav lines is from End Game, where the superheroes have come together for the final showdown. In the film version it is Captain America who says: "Avengers...assemble." But die-hard (no pun intended) fans know that it was actually Thor who rallied his comrades in the 1964 comic Avengers #10 by Stan Lee and Don Heck.
What does this have to do with a baking a cake? Well now, I'm glad you asked. I'm a novice baker, prefer to cook because it's more freeform and forgiving; baking is precise and not tolerant of mistakes...not if you're hoping for a palatable win.
"Ingredients, assemble!"
52 Weeks - The 2025 Edition
Week 36: flat lay photography