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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.
"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
Outlook
Looking out from the end of the breakwater at the end of the year.
Maybe it’s a metaphor.
IMG_5798 Taken at: Irvine harbour, Scotland
I put one foot in front of the other as carefully as possible. The mighty city of Lessu, once the beating heart of Ryloth, lay silent with the anticipation of the coming storm. Those moments before the battle were always the worst for a soldier. But they were also the last chance for civilians to get out of the firing lines. And that was exactly what the 253rd had come here for: to free and evacuate the Twi’lek hostages before the thunder of the artillery started. So far however, there was not a single pair of Lekku in sight. Instead all I encountered along my way down the spiraling cobblestone stairs of the residential district were crates and crates of marvelously colorful fruits and vegetables that obviously stem form the recent harvest. The pristine condition of the stacks of crates was a testament to the droids’ efficiency. Not a single grape had been spilled when the workers had been snatched form their yards and houses. I activated my comm. „Linx, Bruiser, spotted a sign of our head-tailed friends, yet?“ There was a slight crack of static before Linx’s voice got back to me. „Negative, though I might have spotted a cat…“ Bruiser joined the conversation „Also negative. But have you tried the fruits, yet, Lieutenant? A shame to leave them to the clankers.“ Linx chuckled audibly with amusement. „You know their only diet is oil and batteries.“ „Probably still cheaper than ration cubes.“ „Probably the same ingredients…“ „That’s why I’m always so energetic.“ „Right…“ Suddenly a particular ticking noise broke the silence. „Heads up, squad, hear that? That’s clanker steps, alright.“ I checked the scope of my rifle, aiming down the stairs, just as a shiny metal face peaked around the next sunlit corner. „Gotta feed them some laser bolts then!“ I steadied my aim. „First round’s on the house today.“ And with that I let loose the first round which knocked the unsuspecting droid flat on its back. I heard more metallic footsteps. It was time to serve the main course.
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Did I write yet another log with a food metaphor? Anyway, here we go with a new build for the 253rd Legion and a challenging one too. I tried putting in as much detail as possible once more. Let me know what you think!
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!
You see I know change
I see change
I embody change
All we do is change
Yeah, I know change
We are born to change
We sometimes regard it as a metaphor
That reflects the way things ought to be
In fact change takes time
It exceeds all expectations
It requires both now and then
See although the players change
The song remains the same
And the truth is
You gotta have the balls to change
Joss Stone - Change (Intro)
My friend saw this photo of mine taken a couple days ago and immediately reacted that it looked like a wedding venue. Then, my other fiend chimmed in and said the road sign and yellow traffic light poluted the venue. But then he added that they provided some contrast to the photo. I just responded to them, the yellow traffic light was just a metaphor of warning sign in the marriage.
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...
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October 14.
The snow blanket outside my window this morning was sweets. Perhaps the feeling was accentuated because I had gone to bed thinking of season metaphors last night. Of course, we will return to another week of sunshine and usual fall temperatures as early as tomorrow morning. Still, I think these weather caprices have a deeper value than breaking the seasonal monotony. They make us think.
As Adam Gopnik puts it, "human beings make metaphors as naturally as bees make honey." We speak of the hopeful childish spring, careless sweet summer, mature colorful fall, and cold truthful winter. But then it snows unexpectedly in fall, or the temperature falls unexpectedly in summer, and boom, we are reminded to accept that the world exists beyond our illusions. Our metaphors barely touch true meanings.
Our emotions are funny, though. Optimist skiers in my city woke up happy with the hope of a snowy winter; summer lovers unhappy because their fall nostalgia got interrupted; children wondrous with their noses pressed against the window next to their pets, and I laughed at my coincidence - I had been thinking of season metaphors after a birthday celebration with some friends the night before.
As Gopnik puts it, "what we have in modern times, after all, is really a season of festivals," and we will not stop making metaphors in our search for meaning.
I am a sucker for metaphors. Winter decided to surprise the fall with a sweet Sunday visit this October 14. To add to the poetry, I decided to post a spring photo.
This bird bath looking mausoleum flourish sports a cherub, claw feet, and a core that resembles a Titan Arum a.k.a "corpse flower".
I've been surprised how well the Scabiosa are hanging in there in spite of the shorter cooler days. I decided to take a photo of them and as I did noticed something flitting about. Turns out it wasn't a bee or a butterfly, it was a house fly. I felt this was like a metaphor for the death of so many beautiful summer plants.
Hope everyone has a great Friday! Our son's arrival is showing signs of happening in the next few days so we're all on edge waiting for the big event! Thanks for your support!
Created for MacroMondays - Theme - Metaphors
I could put multiple metaphors for this one.
Here's one, "Life is a bed of roses."
And then a transformation of Forrest Gump's simile to "Life is a box of chocolate."
A reference to Juliet's speech about Romeo's name, "A rose by any other name should smell so sweet."
Thank you for your time to view and all of your comments. Have a Happy MacroMonday and Happy Valentine's Day!
The horses spin but never race,
each thought a bridle, stitched in lace.
His memories ride in quiet dread,
a carnival of things unsaid.
Marjorie Max and Patch
Inscription on back of photo : Marjorie, Max, Patch.
Max is walking away, Marjorie walking forward. Context ? Who knows ?
Wasn't she beautiful? Real natural beauty. I only met her when she was older and she was still lovely.
Max had great posture. [Patch was pretty cute too].
This is one of my favorite photos from my grandmother's collection.
Who took the picture?
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The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall.
It is like a prayer to what is empty.
And what is empty turns its face to us
and whispers:
"I am not empty, I am open."
- Tomas Tranströmer.
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One day, perhaps some idle tongue
mentions your name by accident:
I feel as if a rose were flung
into the room, all hue and scent.
— Wisława Szymborska, from “Nothing Twice”
What is a Pataphor?
The pataphor is an unusually extended metaphor invented by writer Pablo Lopez, based on Alfred Jarry's "science" of 'pataphysics.
As Jarry claimed that 'pataphysics existed "as far from metaphysics as metaphysics extends from regular reality," a pataphor attempts to create a figure of speech that exists as far from metaphor as metaphor exists from non-figurative language.
Whereas a metaphor is the comparison of a real object or event with a seemingly unrelated subject in order to emphasize the similarities between the two, the pataphor uses the newly created metaphorical similarity as a reality with which to base itself. In going beyond mere ornamentation of the original idea, the pataphor seeks to describe a new and separate world, in which an idea or aspect of a concept has taken on a life of its own.
Like ‘pataphysics itself, pataphors essentially describe two degrees of separation from reality (rather than merely one degree of separation, which is the world of metaphors and metaphysics). The pataphor may also be said to function as a critical tool, describing the world of "assumptions based on assumptions," such as belief systems or rhetoric run amok.
Example 1
Non-figurative
-Tom and Alice stood side by side in the lunch line.
Metaphor
-Tom and Alice stood side by side in the lunch line, two pieces on a chessboard.
Pataphor
-Tom took a step closer to Alice and made a date for Friday night, checkmating. Rudy was furious at losing to Margaret so easily and dumped the board on the rose-colored quilt, stomping downstairs.
(The pataphor has created a world where the chessboard exists, including the characters who live in that world, entirely abandoning the original context.)
www.pataphor.com/whatisapataphor.html
In 1900, Alfred Jarry was 27 years old. He died (permanently 'Infrathinned') in 1907.
in 1900, Marcel Duchamp was 13 years old. Infrathin suspension dissolves age, and everything else for that matter, matter being the matter, and its opposite.
The 'Large Glass', 'The Bride and her Bachelors', and 'Étant donnés' partially came from this idea. Marcel claimed that they were all part of the same piece, as was all his 'work'.
My entry for this week's theme competition. The theme is to design an album cover with a band name starting with, AM.
If the composition process is to find the metaphors in conveying or expressing your theme, then abstract composition is to cut out the tie or link between the two and let the readers focusing on the metaphor only?
Or the theme of abstract is emptiness?
I wish to have your comments and thoughts about abstract composition. Thanks!
This is taken in Richmond with my compact in the windy and gloomy weekend.
Also this is a Guess where is it in Richmond for the Vancouver friends.
The answer is in the tags of my previous post.
Have a great Thursday!