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もの の あはれ = mono no aware = pathos of things.
The occupants of the windowsill in my office, gently gathering webs and dust.
It's like being handed a 'late life' gift, when all the other natural life enhancers start to fade, including the ability to see and understand, and even the desire to find the words to communicate.
But here we are.
I love the overlay of neglect life threw at the image, the dirt, the scratches, the breaks, the suggestion of colour, yes this is a colour photograph, hugely enlarged, of a neglected black and white memory.
The neglect, that abuse itself, is beautiful, full of pathos and reverie, dark poetry even.
I love that we haphazardly survive what life throws at us, and somehow find the resilience to continue and even attempt to communicate hope.
A.I. couldn't do this. It wouldn't have the nonce to describe the creative flowering that can possibly coexist as a by-product of abuse. It attempts to idealise. I see it as partially our job to teach it to care.
We are all 'Mary Shelleys' now. How did Mary Shelley survive knowing that her after-birth killed her blindingly brilliant mother?
She showed us a re-animated monster, and asked us to love it.
The Vale of Neath has been much carved up by canals, railways, mineral lines and, in recent times, by gigantic roads. There is a pathos about such places that I enjoy: they are neither town nor country and nature carries on as it were unofficially; minnows and sticklebacks dart among submerged bicycle frames and sunken plastic garden chairs as swallows skim the surface above; bee-frequented dandelions push their way up between slabs of concrete where lorries thunder overhead. A party of domestic geese emerges hissing from the yard at the side of a chapel ...Ebenezer? Salem? ...now converted to a dwelling, probably by "incomers" eager to escape the London rat-race but now rather missing it. But goodness me, what a place for Japanese Knotweed! Just between the tops of the first two fence posts you can see a brown and withered clump, where an attempt has been made to kill it off before it encroaches upon the garden walls and the foundations of the houses ...as it surely must. Further along, the canal bank is lined with it for miles to a great depth. One wonders how it can ever be eradicated. That other aggressively invasive alien, Himalayan Balsam, now chokes all the river valleys of South Wales and has changed their appearance, presumably for ever. I remember seeing it for the first time in about 1972.
what is it?
I'm not sure. but it's a surprisingly well-preserved specimen.
maybe it is a totem to one of their ancient gods.
perhaps. we should study it for clues about the demise of this civilization.
the centuries have not been kind to the remains of those who dwelt in this place.
from the looks of things, they had a tough time from the start.
the pathos is palpable.
indeed. pass the bottle, will you?
Had a super visit to Cyprus to visit a long time friend who I have known from school days!! Boy we had a lot of quality time to catch up on as my last visit was back in 2010 although we keep regular contact on facetime. Its never quite the same as being over there to visit & see & talk in the flesh we had such a blast & a lot of happy memories to add to the rest of them, have already planned to return in 2017- as life is far to short.
811 Mil Mi-35P Hind-F/ Panther (023362) Cyprus Air Force -
Andreas Papandreou Airbase , Pathos International Airport Cyprus 08-11-2019
I re-posted this photo from reed flute cave on Google+ about a week ago and it has gotten over 124,000 views! Crazy!
*The Underground Lake*
There is a series of cave systems that run under the huge mountains of Guilin in southern China. Reed Flute Cave is one of the more famous ones so I made a slight detour to go check it out. Like most places in China, there were a good number of tourists around so I quietly waited for them to pass so that I could have the place to myself and take pictures. The problem was that they would turn off the lights as soon as the tourists passed by so I was often left in the middle of a huge underground chamber with nothing but my cat eyes to guide me to safety. It was a little bit eerie, but all together awesome! I would point my camera at the ceiling and leave the shutter open for minutes at a time to collect all the faint light reflecting off some distant stalactite.
I finally made my way to the largest chamber where a small lake made a perfect reflection of the alien-looking rock formation on the other end. As I was waiting for my camera to gather all the light, my mind started to wonder what was lying deep in this ancient underground lake. As I kept staring at the dark water, listening to the single drops of water sliding off the stalactites and delicately swan-diving into the lake, I started to feel a hypnotic pull to walk into the lake. Lucky for me I was traveling with my guide, Bart, who tripped over something, made a loud noise and brought me back to the present moment … and that is why you hire a guide, ladies and gentlemen. They can keep you from taking a dip in scary underground lakes.
Veils Of Tensions.
Пессимистические богословы богословы защищают царствованиями проявления плохих устоев усталые условия,
progressionem consectaria errorum fallacias contemplationem proposita, labores egoistical impulsio que est murmur vestrum,
υποκριτές κηδείες ασυνείδητο εκφράσεις αισθητή δραστηριότητα της συγκάλυψης διατάξεις λάθη αποφάσεις,
enunciando métodos combatiendo la poesía simbólica templado miente los miedos conscientes establecieron conclusiones,
potenti pareri faticoso intelletti falsità cognizione senza scopo momenti mendaci eternità vile,
insignificante pathos infeliz existência dissimulação pretentiousness chifres imerso sensações queima,
emot bedrägliga kunskap omättliga vibrationer sällskaplig kuriosa vindlingar sinnen välte,
ineffectief handige woorden misleidingen egoïstisch onvoldoende illusies aanwijzing van stimulus metaforen roepen,
アクセス不能な対話を無視して、定義可能な詩を個別化したアカウントを作成する.
Steve.D.Hammond.
San Francisco, California
SPNP #46: "Make a picture that is funny and sad at the same time. A photograph that simultaneously evokes pathos, irony and humour."
From the back cover:
“The author of GRAND HOTEL brings you , , , AN EXCITING MODERN NOVEL.”
“Writing beautifully, in the swift tempo of life in New York today, Vicki Baum achieves in ‘Mortgage on Life’ what many will consider her most satisfying story since ‘Grand Hotel.’
“When her room-mate and friend, alluring and starry-eyed Marylynn, captured the man she secretly loved, Bess resigned herself to a lifetime of sacrifice . . . except that she couldn’t control her emotions as easily as she thought.
“How these three – Bess, Marylynn, and the brilliant young composer both women loved – moved up the glittering roadway of fame on The Great White Way, only to find that fate had brought them far along other roads as well . . . makes this a never-to-be-forgotten story replete with Vicky Baum’s pathos, dramatic power and insight into the lives of men and women of passion.
“To her millions of readers, Vicki Baum is known as the beloved authoress of ‘Grand Hotel,’ ‘Backstage,’ ‘Once in Vienna,’ ‘Tale of Bali’ and numerous other romances that capture, with charm and pathos, the lives of the glamorous men and women of the world. Austrian-born, Miss Baum for a time resided in this country. She will win hosts of new admirers with this publication of ‘Mortgage of Life.’”
Ah che beltá i nuvoloni....
Così carichi di pathos. Incombenti, maestosi.
Quanto senso di tragico aggiungono ai nostri scatti.
Ma....
Cari nuvoloni è il 31 maggio e avete rotto i Coglioni!!!
This is the large Christain Orthodox church near to the harbour in Pathos. Unfortunately this church stayed locked for 90% of the time and opened only fleetingly for services and weddings. I never managed to catch it open, but I did get the feeling from a few people around the immediate area, that the church authorites would not allow pictures inside anyways....unless you were shooting a wedding.
A Siren holds a cithara in one hand and raises her right arm above her head in the classic gesture of lamentation. Her expression, one of profound melancholy and pathos, befits her role as a funerary offering and grave good in a tomb from Canosa.
The allure of the Sirens lies not only in their deadly feminine beauty (Hellenistic imagery depicts them exercising their charms, gazing into a mirror, or trying on a necklace) but also in their voices and songs. They inhabit an island at the edge of the world, in the West, near the gates of Hades. With their high, clear singing, they lure sailors, cause their ships to founder against rocky shores, and devour them. Their musical gifts and association with death transformed the Sirens into the "Muses of the Beyond." They are virginal singers, professional mourners in the service of the gods of the underworld. Their words signify both death and life, serving as both a funeral dirge and an enduring testament to the glory of the deceased.
Here, this hybrid creature is envisioned as a "Muse of the Beyond," a virginal singer, and a professional mourner. As a guardian of the tomb, she watches over the sleeper; as an enamored abductor, she eagerly awaits her victims; as a diligent guide, she transports souls to the realm of shadows; as a spirit of privileged knowledge and a dangerous temptress, she offers the immortality of fame. A mourner and singer of póthos (longing), the Siren stands as one of the most haunting images of death and the journey to the afterlife.
Quite a bit of her original pigments survive - pale pink flesh, blue wings, vivid pink chiton, reddish-brown hair, etc.
Greek, 320-300 BCE, from Canosa, Italy.
Height: 39.8 cm (15.67 in.)
Width: 17.0 cm (6.69 in.)
Depth: 15.7 cm (6.18 in.)
Museo Arqueológico Nacional, Madrid, Spain (MAN inv. 2004/95/1)
Bee hive
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I took a number of photographs of this guy at a festival in Tynemouth down river from Newcastle upon Tyne. I found this guy very sad but also sinister and horrific at the same time. I know at the time that I thought he would be great in a horror film. I made the shot black and white to emphasise the make up but also the lived in look of the clowns face.
Digital Painting
Knidos (Cnidus)
Ancient City, Turkey
Written By: The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica
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Cnidus, ancient Greek city on the Carian Chersonese, on the southwest coast of Anatolia. The city was an important commercial centre, the home of a famous medical school, and the site of the observatory of the astronomer Eudoxus. Cnidus was one of six cities in the Dorian Hexapolis and hosted the Dorian games every four years. The Cnidians claimed they were of Spartan origin.
First founded on the southern coast of the Reşadiye peninsula, it was moved in c. 330 bc to Deveboynu Burnu (Cape Kriyo), where a small island was artificially joined to the mainland. One of the two harbours thus created served ships of war, the other merchant shipping. Cnidus founded colonies on Lipara, north of Sicily, and at Black Corcyra (modern Korčula, Croatia) in the Adriatic Sea.
After a vain attempt to convert their peninsula into an island, the Cnidians submitted to the Persians soon after 546 bc; they supported Athens in the Delian League against Persia but revolted against Athens in 412. Cnidus became a democracy in the 4th century bc and was under Ptolemaic control in the 3rd century. It was a free city within the Roman province of Asia, enduring until the 7th century ad, when it was abandoned.
C.T. Newton, excavating the site in 1857–59, found a marble statue of the seated Demeter there. Later excavation revealed the axial plan of the ancient city, a few private dwellings, and numerous public buildings. The most significant of these is the Temple of Aphrodite, a circular Doric temple, excavated by Iris C. Love in 1970. At this site Love found the marble base and fragments of the famous statue of Aphrodite sculpted by Praxiteles in the 4th century bc. The statue, one of the most celebrated in classical antiquity, was purchased by the people of Cnidus after the citizens of the Cos had rejected it on account of its nudity.
www.britannica.com/place/Cnidus
www.triphistoric.com/historic-sites/knidos
The Lion of Knidos
www.britishmuseum.org/research/collection_online/collecti...
DEMETER FROM KNIDOS
The sculpture of Demeter, found in her sanctuary at Knidos in 1858, was first recorded in modern times by English travelers in 1812. The inherent pathos of the figure – the deep-set eyes and other facial characteristics – is often associated with works of the 4th century BCE. sculptor Skopas. However, the work is also often attributed to other sculptors, and some sources date the origin of the work to later centuries.
Here, Demeter is shown seated on a throne - the back part and arm-rails have broken away and are missing. Her lower arms and hands are also lost, though she probably once held a libation bowl or torch. The head was carved separately from the body and socketed into the neck. Demeter is portrayed as a model of Greek womanhood - serene, mature, motherly and modestly veiled. It is speculated that the piece may have originally been accompanied by a standing figure, presumably Persephone. It is also speculated that weary in her search, she sits alone.
Historical Context:
The Sanctuary of Demeter at Knidos was laid out at about the same time as the re-founding of the city, around 350 BCE. The sanctuary consisted of a long platform terraced into the side of an acropolis, with spectacular views of the city below and the sea beyond. Many votive sculptures were once displayed within the sanctuary. Most of these survive only as fragments, but this cult statue of Demeter herself is remarkably intact.
Please see for details:
www.britishmuseum.org/research/collection_online/collecti...
www.slatermuseum.org/cast/demeter-from-knidos/
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knidos
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aphrodite_of_Knidos
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demeter_of_Knidos
This is not and was not my home. I didn't touch anything, but I was on my self designed *tour* of chimneys that were oftentimes all that was still left of houses and homes. They were often like sentinels guarding over rubble and ruin. I started an album just for them. One of the chimneys mentioned was nearby where I also spotted these steps. I said to myself, "Oh good; I belong to some stairs and steps type groups too!" When I zoomed in on the steps, I saw the pet dishes. There was rainy, dirty water in them, not fresh food.
I have no idea if they were there before the recent Holiday Farm/McKenzie Fire that destroyed so many homes, and maybe that was just where the people usually fed their pets. Or, the thought hit me later, that some of the people who attempted animal rescues AFTER the fact, may have put them them hoping to lure frightened pets out of hiding so they could be rescued. I just don't know, I do know I felt some real pathos.
My daughter and granddaughter lost their home too, but this was not their home. Also, they happened to not have any pets at this time. You have to know, though, with very little warning (the phones reached most people late at night), and out of a series of 3 alerts increasing in emergency and urgency, the fire had begun and really increased so rapidly that all anyone got was a Code 3. Code 3 says basically "Don't gather up Anything! Just GET OUT NOW! Some people could take their tame and small pets in their vehicle with them. But I imagine gathering up or rounding up frightened pets that had hidden, or run off in fear, or horses that required trailering, was an additional nightmare for some.
For ABCs and 123s ,,, R is for Ruins
Human pathos piling around my feet, mixing in
history’s fetid debris,
rendering impossible, demarcations of the border
dividing truth and what is not and
what matters and what does not.
Then desperation resonates
in a past message from a place or
vision or a convergence of both
trapped in my films so out of context
in the moment of experience,
I failed to see
what was told in
what I was seeing.
Later (decades) I find
myself digging for
film with the message suddenly a source of
wisdom boiling in the mud
of memory.
Laying hold as on lost treasure
then some angel with a
burning coal approaches or
in this case, on that far shore of
this river where the banks are crowded and narrow,
standing there, an empty
quivered, brown skin Indian
holds a broken arrow.
Apparently, all my anger is wasted.
nostalgic pathos
..grandfather, Chesapeake Bay 1984, in the galley of his cabin cruiser (Weekend Fever, on which I spent many a summers day).. he was a purple 💜 recipient from ww2, Normandy, and would actually pass on later that year from complications of emphysema.
He taught me how to drive a stick (3- on-the-tree manual transmission) and would shag pop flies and ground balls for me-- til I got it right (and made the high school baseball team)!
Many fond memories....
(one of my 1st ever portrait attempts)
.. (sc)analog archival project