“…And perhaps you can sense, in some small twisting loop of your gut, the convergence of the wrong, of the right, and of the woefully misguided. If you do, then pay sharp attention to the moment you wake, and the moment you fall asleep…For maybe then you will know, without a shadow of a doubt, which is which.” —Neal Shusterman
“Convergence”, Fujifilm X-T1, ISO 640, f/7.1 at 1/160th sec., 74.4 mm
“You can please some of the people all of the time, you can please all of the people some of the time, but you can’t please all of the people all of the time”.”
― John Lydgate
Today’s photo is a color interpretation of the B&W photo I used in yesterday’s post, Echinacea Monochromis. Having learned that at least one of my readers didn’t care for monochrome flowers, this is my effort at reconciliation. I hope you like it!
“Echinacea Imaginarium”, Nikon D800, ISO 500, f/5.3 at 1/30 sec., 92 mm
The heart doth recognise thee,
Alone, alone! The heart doth smell thee sweet,
Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most complete,—
Though seeing now those changes that disguise thee.
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning, A Dead Rose
Today’s photo is one I shot downtown earlier this year, but hadn’t gotten around to editing until just recently. This is one of those cases where I knew exactly how I wanted to process the photo or, rather, how I wanted it to look once it was processed. More precisely still, I had a good idea of what I wanted the photo to communicate, paired with a stanza of Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s beautiful, reflective poem, A Dead Rose.
“Another Day”, Nikon D800, ISO 320, f/1.8 at 1/6400 sec., 50 mm
“People who fit don’t seek. The seekers are those that don’t fit.” ― Shannon L. Alder
In the process of fitting in, I learn I am unfit. In the act of seeking, something must be lost to truly understand what was found. The steps that lie ahead reveal greater knowledge of the faded steps behind. Perhaps instead of walking I should dance.
I hope you like today’s photo.
“Footsteps”, Nikon D800, ISO 800, f/20 at 1/250 sec., 300mm
“Abstract art is a fundamental distrust of the theory of reality concocted by the eyes.”
— Robert Brault
They are removing the paint from the recreational station at the nearby park. They coated the equipment with a paint stripping fluid and left it to peel away. I happened to arrive after the peel had completed, which I found had some abstract appeal of its own. The early evening light was doing its part to contribute to the image, when I suddenly heard the peal of a nearby church bell. Noting that Carl Jung himself would have been impressed by all this synchronicity, I took my cue and brought the camera to my eye. Enjoy.
“Texture and A Peel”, Nikon D800, ISO 640 f/5.3 at 1/320sec., 92mm