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(My) Photo of the day, Or Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate



I COULD like to say that I was walking to the bus stop this morning and spotted a running light sabre battle, and that in all of the commotion, this was the best shot that I could get.

Or, I COULD like to say that this photograph seeks to examine the sort of neo-patriarchial imagery in which one is presented with an almost Hobbesean choice: either reject textual rationalism or conclude that (T)ruth may be used to entrench sexist perceptions of society, given that consciousness is equal to truth. In a sense, the dialectic of the pre-cultural paradigm of consensus prevalent in modern portraiture is also evident in other forms of the visual arts. Thus, the nude is dead, long live squiggly lines!

Or, I COULD say that I was twirling like a little fairy-child up the road taking photos of the cars as they went past with a blissful ignorance usually found in toddlers or first year law students.

BUT, the truth is that I was walking up the road, stopped and tried to get a halfway decent shot of some cars at the traffic lights. However, it wasn’t happening, so in a fit of pique, I waved the camera around saying “there, how do you like that!” When I checked all of the photos that I had taken for the morning, I found that I quite liked the result, and decided to share it with the world.

So there you go world, I hope you are having a good day.

Comments

Dina said…
Pretty different. And could I say, May the Force be with you?
. said…
Hey,
I like it ! I like the curve of the light, pretty neat. Have a great weekend!
Ms. Dina is right!!! MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU!!!
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Anonymous said…
Wow, that's very trippy! I know someone who took a self-portrait by holding his camera pointing at himself, putting it on a really long exposure and then twirling round on the spot while he pressed the shutter. The effect ended up not dissimilar to this.
stromsjo said…
Good choice and wonderfully alternative interpretations! ;)
Kris McCracken said…
Many years ago (well, thirteen, does that count as many?), back in the dark ages of pre-digital photography, I had so many under-exposures, stained prints, generally unsatisfactory results that I found too costly to just discard. My response was to mess about with hand colouring, staining, and pretty much mess with them to make them look halfway appealing.

In the end, it was somewhat depressing to find that others found these ‘recovered’ images far more interesting than the photographs that I valued most as ‘technically superior’. It very much dented my ego and pushed me away from photography for a many years. It’s only in the past year or so that I’ve really become reacquainted. And it’s certainly only until now that I have had the confidence to ‘experiment’ like this, in the fear that my ‘mistakes’ will be once again be prized more than my ‘successes’!

It can be a terrible thing, ego...

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