in an attempt to be less procratinative (i believe that is the correct derivation of a word that does not exist) I will attempt to blog more often and publish them and not let them fester within the walls or confines of the blogspot itself.
more on the starnge pink lady on the train crawling or speeding along on the caterpillar tracks most mornings i am witness to this most amazing phenomena. The lady with the pink patch in her hair. She sleeps a lot on the train. But is also not a plain old lady, I have seen her sew,m wear crazy clothes as well :-), It draws me to certain conclusions, you are all most probably wondering where the frig this is going?
i must admit I thought i knew where it was going, but now I am wondering if i might have been wrong about what i was thinking? It brings me back to point from some time ago when i wandered about somewhere wondering about the significance of what we experience about people and how that impacts on our understanding and perceptions of them? I sit and people watch intensively on the train for the lack of anything else to do. It brings to the point of questioning what people perceive of you or others based on external triggers and criteria and features. I saw an anachronistic person, then realizing that anachronistic is the wrong word? what is the word to best describe the feeling i got whilst looking at him? maybe i should explain what i Saw .. a really tall well bearded person carrying a luge skateboard with bone carved earrings in oversized holes in his ears, with a marginally balding monks cap with a long stringy single thin braid comming out of the side of hishead, i forgot to mention he glasses and was of light complexion. But most importantly rather alternative and silently pensive looking individual that i only see if i catch the early stop at all stations train. But what si significant about this you may ask?
well perceptions as they may be i imagined a certain kind of person, only to be thrown of tilt by seeing a book he was reading, in which one of the chapters was .."why god heals people" I suspect the word I was looking for was incongruity or anachorism but neither of these is correct.. the word will in time return to the vocal or textual bowels of my brain ;-)
But to those planning journeys into the unknown.. the cold and white places, let that heed you strong.. things are never what they seem, we are not what we seem, and let that not stop you,
to go forth,
I seek the best Pizza in Naples
the best hand made ice cream
to taste more of the raw and beautiful flavours of the pear, i was tempted to say vine dying on the vine, but Is uppose Jim has little or no context other than i when walking through a magazine shop i saw an article detailing the last days of Jim?
But to capture the taste and essence of life and nature in a mouthful ?
is that not godliness ...
But on a more important and useless factoid that befell me this morninf fromt he intelligent enterprise I read this interesting article that i am still ruminating on
http://intelligence2.tumblr.com/post/1463800699/photography-is-a-democracy-a-shared-common
“decisive moment, the “precise fusion of light, shade, expression and gesture, where one moment before, or one moment after
describes strongly something I feel
questioning photography would be like questioning sight, but the motion is about the medium, not what is art.” As such, paint is more subtle, wider in “scope and variety … far more susceptible to human interference and therefore allows for a better message
no that is not what i thought , but it is a cool thought none the less!
powerful but limited in expressive range,” as it depends most of all of on technology and equipment: “photographers are ‘dominated by their medium, not masters of it.” The photographer, Bayley concluded, is “more passive, less creative. He has to wait for his great moments, he cannot create them. As Henri Cartier-Bression (the photographer in the room) said, ‘photographers are the hunters, not the cooks.
“bollocks to the motion.”
an interesting topic for debate I must admit... To me I do sometimes feel bound (photographically) by the constraints of the technique and at times its predictability (that is digital) and sometimes its ability or shoudl i say inability to transform the visual into essence and back again? You may say that makes no sense. I must contest that I feel strongly about this
the silver oxides and others gave a measure of randomness and physics and environmental inputs into the process. But i do feel there is measure for escape into the spaces between the accuracy and the distortion of the accuracy using the artifacts of the method of capture and the subsequent treatment thereof that gives us measure of life and the capturing of it in a perpetually visible chronistic perspective.
But more on that later..
but back to another question the significance of slumbering momentary recollections of reality and significant images in our past. In the distant past these has mystical appeal, post that they had Freudian appeal, now they are a curiosity? Yet they are there? They may just be a form of epilepsy for all we know :-)
enough for now.. another day another babble
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