We all yearn to be acknowledged, to be recognized for who we are what we have contributed. Acknowledgment costs so little and yields rewards all out of proportion. If we are acknowledged, perhaps we will be remembered. Perhaps our time will have been well-spent. Maybe we will leave some trace of our passing. Memorials are…
Tag Archive: bounced light
Mene Mene…
This is not graffiti, but bounced light. And not a warning of doom, but a benediction. A Year Ago: Each Shining Hour Bees have been held up since time immemorial as the very epitome of industry and productivity… [read more]
Colonnade
Anybody notice anything unusual about this picture (larger version is here)? A Year Ago: Public Display When I was eleven years old, I travelled briefly through Iran… [read more]
Hughes Mews
It’s no decisive moment, but I like the contrast between the ellipses and the rectangles in this picture. And it has bounced light. A Year Ago: Father, Son, Waiter It was the boy who caught my eye first… [read more]
In the Name of Beauty
There’s something flesh-like about this tree and its bark. The bounced light is harsh and revealing. Looking at this bound and decorated trunk makes me feel my age. What might I be willing to do to look good? Our standards of beauty for cultivated trees can be quite strict. We trim them, we braid them,…
Window Glow
One reason that people don’t see much of the world’s beauty is that a lot of it is indirect. It’s not something you notice by looking directly, head on, at an object. It’s not the object itself, it’s the effect of the object (its shadow or light, its color or weight or the shape it…
Light & Shadow, Key West
One of the indignities that my friends tolerate me inflicting upon them is to have a meal or a conversation abruptly interrupted by photographic urgency. This image, with its shadows and overlay of raking bounced light called to me at breakfast over Amy’s shoulder. I abandoned her for a couple of minutes to record it….
Sunrise 25
I was so exhausted last night (no nap) that I didn’t set the alarm. Which meant that, for the second time this month, I was not up at the designated hour. I missed the twilight, I missed the sunrise. By the time I got outside, the sun was high enough that it was bouncing light…
Window Rhythm
I was walking along, talking with David, when I spotted this out of the corner of my eye. I declared an Aesthetic Emergency and dashed across the street to make the photograph. (He was quite understanding.) Jazzy, isn’t it? Two Years Ago: Every Day For Months I’ve looked at these surfaces daily for a long…
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I don’t know about you all, but I need a break from the butterflies. Just because I’ve got plenty more of them in the hopper is no reason for me to inflict them all on you just now. I want to turn my eye back to the urban and other (less insectile) pursuits for awhile….