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Photo of the Battery Point Lighthouse captured in Crescent City. Del Norte County. "State of Jefferson." Early March 2013.
I am constantly reinventing myself…It's the only way to shake off the past, breaking the connection between how I was then and how I am now.
Am I real? Or just an illusion?
FGR invades Self-Reflection
Hummels. They belonged to my mom. Not really my style; but I keep them for sentimental reasons.
Photo captured at a cattle ranch in the town of Orick off U.S. Highway 101, the Redwood Highway, with a hint of Redwood National Park behind the pasture lands. Humboldt County. Early March 2013.
Photo taken north of the town of Klamath in Del Norte County. "State of Jefferson." Late January 2013.
Lost and Gone
Poem:
Funnelled into this tunnel
We tiptoe on an obscure path, sinking further into acceptable societal norms.
Our leaders are the shining stars of opportunity, hope and desperation.
We are wearing modernist chains as productivity symbols.
We continually inch forward.
Bound by their unspoken agendas.
The tunnel shields us from the glimmer of what could be.
We carry the burden of shattered aspirations.
We forgot them as the junk of continuous acquisition minced us into meta pulp.
What drives our reluctance to deviate from this tunnel?
The way towards a post-capitalist society are intertwined with our innermost galaxies.
Can we continue waiting for the moment we can see clearly through the fluorescent lights?
Years and years?
Generations and generations?
Lost and gone.
Story:
Our footsteps echo in compliance on a dark path. Every person watching is a unique shadow, a beautiful and intricate figure composed of unfulfilled dreams and values. We carry chains mistaken for rhythm, our procession of self-imposed burden. The tunnel, an artificial cocoon, becomes a womb of obscurity. We are like Sisyphus, carrying the weight of unfulfilled potential, dissipating against the hard surface of routine. We have the power to step out of line, to break free from our invisible shackles. Yet we stay silent in this parade of shadows and echoes. Is it fear or comfort that holds us in this spectral dance? To break free means facing the unknown, the blinding light of possibility. But we created this tunnel, and the map of the stars is etched on its walls, waiting for us to look up.
Description:
Embark on a metaphorical journey through the 'Tunnel of Self-Reflection.' This video art piece captures the essence of walking a path paved with echoes of our choices and the silhouettes of dreams yet to be fulfilled. As you watch, consider the chains of habit and the weight of potential within us all. Are we comfortable in the darkness, or are we ready to step into the light of the unknown? Join us as we explore these profound questions in a hauntingly beautiful setting. #PathToSelfDiscovery #UnfulfilledDreams #MetaphoricalJourney
Blogger:
www.jjfbbennett.com/2024/04/lost-and-gone.html
Keywords:
Metaphorical Journey, Self-Reflection, Unfulfilled Dreams, Life's Path, Philosophical Art, Echoes of Choice, Chains of Habit, Potential and Fear, Comfort in Darkness, Breaking Free, Self-Discovery, Artistic Interpretation
shot through a filthy window, I thought the loss of perspective looked interesting, retail therapy photowalk, city of leeds
Photo of Mount Shasta captured from the Shasta Valley Vista Point on Interstate 5. North of Yreka in Siskiyou County. Early January 2013.
You cannot hope to build a better world without improving the individuals. To that end each of us must work for his own improvement, and at the same time share a general responsibility for all humanity, our particular duty being to aid those to whom we think we can be most useful.
- Marie Curie, scientist, Nobel laureate (7 Nov 1867-1934)
Photo captured from the Humboldt Lagoon State Park Visitor Center at Stone Lagoon. Humboldt Lagoons State Park. Humboldt County. Mid July 2013.
Photo captured along Dyerville Road at Founders Grove near Avenue of the Giants. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
Photo of the Eel River captured from Dyerville Bar off of Avenue of the Giants. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
Photo captured at a cattle ranch near the Lost Coast via Mattole Road. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
Photo of the Golden Gate Bridge captured from the Marin Headlands in Marin County. Bay Area. Early December 2012.
Photo captured at a cattle ranch near the Mad River via Minolta MD Zoom Rokkor-X 75-200mm f/4.5 lens in McKinleyville. Humboldt County. Late December 2013.
Grazing cattle on pasture lands near the national park. Quite a delight to witness as this herd of cattle simply perform life's duties and allows us to experience the smaller things in life. Photo captured at a cattle ranch near Redwood National Park in the town of Orick. Humboldt County. Early August 2013.
This photo has more of a conceptual meaning. It's my hand placed up against a mirror, representing my constant search for who I am.
Photo captured near Dry and Stone Lagoons off U.S. Highway 101, the Redwood Highway via Minolta MD Zoom Rokkor-X 75-200mm f4.5 lens. Humboldt County. Late October 2013.
Photo captured from the Vista Point on U.S. Highway 101 in McKinleyville. Humboldt County. Late January 2013.
Photo looking towards Trinidad Head and the city of Trinidad captured from Clam Beach County Park. Humboldt County. Late March 2013.
Photo of the King Range captured along the Lost Coast via Mattole Road. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
I'm just not feeling creative with photography in general so this explains my Flickr absence and FGR lurker status.
Originally an idea for Flickr Group Roulette's Theme Day Self Reflection Oct 7th.
Very grainy/noisy with no flash so brightened, partial saturated, curved etc etc. Still working out how to photograph my twinkle lights.
A self reflection in terms of looking at my calender for items and plans coming up. And lack there of mostly. The year is going by so fast. So fast. So many things I want to do this year and my list is building. Waiting.
I like how my dimple, I didn't know I had that much of, stands out. And I really do tuck my lower body parts like this when I sit.
I'm still here. Reflecting. Sorting. Prioritizing. Questioning. Procrastinating. Whining. Aching. Living.
This photo was taken in the Taipei Zoo, of a monkey pondering at himself in the reflection of a pond. I turned the picture to express, portray and illustrate the monkey's close connection to humanism. Doesn't this look familiar? Waking up in the morning, looking at yourself in the mirror?