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Blue Ink Stream
by Nunoftferreira
a blue ink stream
run wild and joyous
between margins of parchment
plowing thoughts and emotions,
stories and memories
here and there, a dash or a comma,
an exclamation point weaving ellipses,
two points calling for an interrogation,
adorning phrases of poems and prose,
labyrinths of poets and philosophers
drains into the estuary of a book
although the channels are now virtual,
an era of netizens obfuscating old sailors
on shelves of baroque libraries
where echoes ghosts of forgotten letters
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One of several foggy morning shots on New Year's Day 2016.
[Explore # 132]
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Ansel Adams has ben an inspiration to many nature photographers, myself included. Color elicits emotion, and while that is not a bad thing, there is something about just shape, form, texture, and tonality that gets at a sense of place color can obfuscate. In any case, I sometimes find that the image conveys what I see better when I convert to black and white. This is one of those images, on a cloudy day, an iconic scene in the Great Smoky Mountains.
... just grab a camera.
It went like this. Today's Smile on Saturday theme is the rather nice one of camera.
So what to do? Ideally, it had to be either a good photo or something different. Well, good photos aren't really me... What then?
Eeek. I had a Bright Idea... never a good thing; it really needs a health warning :) What about doing one of my axial rotation ICMs of the camera in the mirror?
The theory was that the camera would take itself and, if done well, the hapless photographer's image would spin around, suitably obfuscating (lovely word! :) ) their selfie imagey thingy...
As ever, the shortest word in that last sentence proved the most problematic.
If anyone tells you ICMs are hit and miss they lie. They are all miss unless both the wind, the stars, magic and serendipity are all going your way, and about as likely as an azurine moon in a month of Sundays.
So 90 shots later this is what we have. Thank goodness I was wearing a check shirt. I'm actually standing upright with the camera held out in front.
Thank you for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image. Happy Smile on Saturday :)
[(Two) hand held in mixed lighting.
Developed in Photolab trying to rescue the camera from the blacks and the check shirt too while keeping smooth blurriness. Also colour work to get rid of the tungsten + daylight issue.
In Affinity sharpened with USM; white vignette.]
The clarity of air and sky this time of year fascinates me. Certainly not every day; clouds and mist abound as autumn dissipates. But then there are those spectacular days (more often just a few hours in a day) when the sun emerges and the sky and landscape go into high-def mode. There's an incredible feeling of purity and release. Its compounded for me after anything more than a day or so of continuous clouds. The return of brilliant sunlight as a tremendous lifting power to my psyche, much more so than in summer. In these moments I make a serious effort to get outdoors and bask in it, even in freezing weather. Such was the case recently in the skies above the village cemetery. What caught my eye was not the clarity so much as the partial obfuscation in the form of jet contrails thousands of feet above. Oddly they served to enhance the brilliance of the sky rather than dampen it. Down at ground level I found myself looking up at a very eroded 19th century gravestone. The texture of the stone was reflected in the fallen leaves, the bare tree limbs, and all the way up to the heavens above. The sky lent a sense of expansiveness and even grandeur. At the same time the contrails formed lines that reached back to the ground. I love when there's an integration of background and foreground like this. I lingered a bit after the photo, mesmerized with the scene. I contemplated the juxtaposition of airliners soaring over the graves of people born before such advancements were even imaginable, let alone commonplace and taken for granted.
Crow deliberated
the unbegotten Creator
the maker
and portrayer
the right hand of forever.
Crow's own tongue spoke
"I was there
when Man lay sleeping
at the back
of your troubled dreams"
"I was there
when all was born"
"as you pulled life
from the barren dust
beneath my feet"
Crow glanced about
"You are he
who banished
the obfuscator
and allowed all
to progress"
"who grew weary
of being God
and allowed Man
to fool himself"
Crow paused...
"And I
find I must ask, "
"WHY?"
The Creator did not speak
did nothing to acknowledge
that Crow had spoken
no discourse
breathed forth
from his ashen lips
where only the wind sighed
no manner of answer
graced Crow's ears
Only the eyes
were upon Crow
Then it was,
in that extended moment
of eternal silence,
as the golden dawn
of the Creator's gaze
weighed crushingly heavy upon him,
did Crow momentarily choke
on his own prodigious epiphany
~ BG
From the website:
Add Color (Refugee Boat) (1960/2019) is an interactive installation conceived of by visual artist Yoko Ono. Upon opening, the work will be comprised simply of a boat placed within an empty space. The public will then be invited to paint their thoughts, ideas and hopes on the walls, floor and boat. As the installation progresses, messages will be written in support, contrast and literal obfuscation of one another, moving the space from visual calm to a layered visual chaos – a beautiful sea of color from afar, a more restless reality upon closer inspection. Freely imbued in this way with a multiplicity of thoughts, each time Add Color (Refugee Boat) is shown it both shares in the memory of past iterations, while taking on a life and a meaning of its own - acutely reflecting the time, place and people that come together to create it.
Arachtober 06
My sort of magic! - I love the beauty of a scatterscape that just appears and finds me. This sort of photography feels somehow like foraging (which i love!) ...& then I get the privilege of being the one that shares it on Flickr & I like that too - like feeding the cooked mushrooms or berries to family and friends.
But i do realise that magic is definitely the wrong term for this and am reflecting on the word magic.
Complex/hard to understand/impressive stuff seems like magic. so easy for people to look at complexity and get sucked into magic/supernatural belief/conspiracy theories - In our current 2020 year this seems more than ever
I see so much misinformation/conspiracy theory/superstition/supernatural belief on twitter/facebook & it is depressing/alarming/hard to understand to me.
The scientific method is the tried and tested way to work out truth but it doesn’t actually come naturally to humans. We have to learn that it works & we seem to be disregarding it recently.
Anti-science, anti-authority, anti-state is rife and gives us covid-crazyness, antivaxxers, evolution denial, AIDS denial climate change denial and more.
It seems to me that the easier information/facts/informed commentary are to find, the worse people get at sifting and using it. & the more people feel it is ok to follow a narrative that appeals to their attitude rather than an evidence trail.
& so hard to tackle it and depressingly, whatever you say, "they" just find a “ah but..” to move the goalposts. I watch folks in twitter challenge and explain and then get ground down by obfuscation/abuse/certainty/making up "facts"
Have you ever heard of Brandolini's principle? (bullshit asymmetry principle)?
From wiki: "The amount of energy needed to refute bullshit is an order of magnitude bigger than to produce it." – in essence it so simple to say something wrong/provocative/misleading
but it is a massive effort to refute/disprove/challenge -
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brandolini%27s_law
My sense is that all this 2020 distrust of expertise and science, the popularity of conspiracy theories and superstition/religion represent the the biggest threats to public health/environmental survival for our species and planet at present.
((most of the above based on a brief & unplanned email exchange about covid beliefs and mistrust in the middle of a very busy afternoon at work, this afternoon but it stayed in my head driving home this evening.))
Flickr is the crystallization of my stream of consciousness. I need to have that handy
Barry McGuire - Eve Of Destruction
Driving across the Maasai Mara this particular evening on the way back to the camp the sunset was beautiful. A line of impala could be seen softly silhouetted just below an obfuscated horizon. The slender figures of these delicate creatures would probably not render on a photograph. Suddenly, an off-road vehicle appeared, rambling across the plains and sending aloft a trail of dust behind it. The dust was set aglow adding highlights to the fiery horizon on this perfect Massai Mara evening and silhouetting the grazing impala. It was the perfect ending to a perfect day.