The Picture Thread
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momofthegoons
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Away with the fairies
I am awed by the photos I'm seeing here. It seems redundant to keep pushing 'like', but I'm forced to; they're just that good. Looking at a picture is an experience encapsulated by the very last one here by CarolKing: a peek through an aperture into a vastness. I think it's a metaphor for cosmic consciousness. Our little human eyes, our little human brain, are windows into unimaginable depths. If all of us could get glimpses of something beyond ourselves on a regular basis, would things like Ferguson, MO, not happen?
I know I have to post a pic myself now because this message will get axed otherwise. I don't have a really great one, like the ones here. But I can make a commentary on a humble shot! Here's a puny little bush/weed thing that I saw last winter (the Long Winter of Laura Ingalls Wilder in Wisconsin) clinging to the side of my daughter's school gym wall. I cropped it and merely passed it through a feature for texturizing on a phone art app. I'm not sure exactly why, but I really like the atmosphere of poignancy and delicacy that this simple corruption imparted. The very ordinary and generally unnoticed said to me "SEE me!". I had to acquiesce (naturally). When plants talk, you have to listen! Who knows that the world around us is dancing and laughing all the time?
I know I have to post a pic myself now because this message will get axed otherwise. I don't have a really great one, like the ones here. But I can make a commentary on a humble shot! Here's a puny little bush/weed thing that I saw last winter (the Long Winter of Laura Ingalls Wilder in Wisconsin) clinging to the side of my daughter's school gym wall. I cropped it and merely passed it through a feature for texturizing on a phone art app. I'm not sure exactly why, but I really like the atmosphere of poignancy and delicacy that this simple corruption imparted. The very ordinary and generally unnoticed said to me "SEE me!". I had to acquiesce (naturally). When plants talk, you have to listen! Who knows that the world around us is dancing and laughing all the time?
momofthegoons
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Why does cabbage intrigue me? Why do I like to take photos of truckstop restroom drains (that one will be appearing soon), cracked walls, and moisture on leaves? Today I wanted to make the positive statement that "I was born yesterday". That's supposed to be a derogatory phrase. You know, like "I don't have any experience", "I don't know what I'm talking about" etc. But what if I really WAS born yesterday, as in: today is the first day I've ever been alive? Wouldn't everything be so new? It's strange to consider.....that maybe there isn't anything at all old in the world. I mean, there are weathered things. There is paint yellowing, flaking off. There are wrinkles on someone's face. But that's just a component of continual production. Something breaks to create a space for the next thing. The essence is still perfectly novel. The one dewdrop is just the one. There isn't an older one. There isn't a newer one. It's just what's speaking NOW.
Like cabbages. Like color (red shouts, blue shouts). I am perpetually stunned by the immensity and dynamism in the simplest things (as well as the awe-inspiring scenes like water falling through three bridges). Stunned right into silent submission. 'Except that I can't stop talking about it.
Like cabbages. Like color (red shouts, blue shouts). I am perpetually stunned by the immensity and dynamism in the simplest things (as well as the awe-inspiring scenes like water falling through three bridges). Stunned right into silent submission. 'Except that I can't stop talking about it.
momofthegoons
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Reflections
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