Posts Tagged ‘images’
Avert Your Eyes
The holiday collage-photo was hastily thrown together at the last minute on Sunday when Cyndie asked for something to send to her friends. I regret that it is ripe for critique in all aspects of artistic integrity and discretion of composition. The kids in front of an icy waterfall in the high country of Norway, wearing their sunglasses, and totally out of context head shots of mom and dad pasted in opposite corners –Cyndie dressed for work, John from his Himalayan trek. I’m sorry. Now it just needs the annual letter describing more minutiae about each person than can be believed and we have a classic package.
I’m going to pretend I don’t know anything about it and carry on with my usual activities as if I have nothing new to be embarrassed about. Too bad that it is like the proverbial car crash. It’s awful to witness, but you can’t get yourself to look away. Oh boy. What have I done?
Something Curious
There is something about child-produced art that can capture both rudiment and preeminence. Every day, I walk past paintings that my children created when they were in school and I hardly ever notice them. It is a curious happening that I can suddenly become fascinated by something that is always visible, yet primarily neglected, as I pass by multiple times a day.
This image is of a painting that my son, Julian, signed his name to. One of the primary things that appeals to me in this painting is how well he captured the background, of all things. It is not just that I am happy with the colors present; it is that he captured an image I know so well. That is the base of an old Zenith radio and record turntable that had been around my life for as long as I can remember. There were volumes of 78 rpm records kept in the colored bindings slid into the slots on either side of the speaker. Even the double X of the wood grate in front of the fabric that covered the speaker seems spot-on with deep memories I hold about this classic antique piece.
The cat sprawled on her back with feet pointing in odd angles, seems to be one of the features that looks both a bit primitive, yet at the same time, very appropriately depicts the strange positions she actually assumes at any given opportunity. Last night, I suddenly found myself so enthralled with looking at this painting in the hallway that I had to get the camera so I could share the image with others. Then, in a day or two, it will fade out of sight and return to almost invisible in the hall as I pass by multiple times a day.
It is curious.
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Picture This
Wanna play a game? I’ve got one to offer. All you need to do is compose an image in your mind… I will describe an image for you and your task is to consciously become aware of the image that forms in your mind. If I mention a tire, what image comes to mind for you? How about a car tire that is not on a rim? Or was I thinking of a bike tire? What images form in your mind for each of these mentioned objects? To play this game, you make a concerted effort to consciously capture the images that materialize in your mind. If you create a vision in your head, your brain will not process it any differently than an image you have actually seen and later recall. So, do you wanna make a picture? Imagine this…
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Picture a two lane county road under repair with all of the pavement having been removed. There is light brown dirt, and a variety of tire tracks are visible, from trucks, tractors and car traffic. Just ahead, there is a fork in the road where a path of a driveway branches off and curves to the right. It is a double track with some green growth appearing between the tire trails. There are two sections of fabric construction fence visible, a few feet high, with orange horizontal stripes. One fence appears on either side of the drive, along the main road, bordering the greenery on the right and the road construction next to it.
There is a dump truck parked facing toward us, on the right side of the road to the left, and on the far side of the driveway. It has a white cab and yellow bucket. It is relatively small as dump trucks go, with the bucket no taller than the cab.
In the tracks of the dirt road is visible a small spot of what looks like the gray dregs dumped when cleaning the flue of a cement mixing truck. In the distance of the road can be seen stacks of blocks, a few construction vehicles, and the makings of a retaining wall. High in the trees and far in the distance, late in the day sunlight is visible. The rest of the view is in shadowed daylight.
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Imagine the scene and get a picture in your mind that represents what appeared to you as you read the details. Then come back tomorrow and see how your image compares to the one I was looking at when I wrote the descriptions.
Mountainscape Therapy
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Monday morning of the Thanksgiving week finds me torn between a busy, busy workload and the after-effects of attending a couple of lectures about camping and climbing over the weekend. My mind would like to linger in the memories of mountains I trekked in Nepal. The pictures say it all for me today.
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Odd Scene
This is exactly how I found her.
I think this Barbie may have spent a bit too much time at the beach. Something about this image just screams crime scene to me.
By the way, do all Barbies have that much length between the calf and the foot, or has this one gone through some extracurricular manipulation?
Relative Something 