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An unfortunate thing about this world is that the good habits are much easier to give up than the bad ones.


Focusing on the boats. Geilston Bay, October 2010

Theme Thursday rolls around again and today it is all about perspective. It is amazing how differently things look when one shifts one’s perspective, even to a minute degree. The problem is (of course), that many people appear to operate in patterns assumed over time, or from memory, not taking the time to alter one’s perspective and consider things from a different angle.

Take yesterday evening’s photograph. An artist at work recording an artist at work (recording an artist at work recording an artist at work recording an artist at work ad infinitum).

The photo is not merely a record of a memory. Nor is it a statement of artistic intent. No, it is best considered as an indicator of a CONSANGUINEOUS marker. A genetic predisposition hitherto overlooked or ignored.

Dangerous? Might I be creating a monster?


Focusing on the goalposts. Geilston Bay, October 2010

Comments

JeffScape said…
Nah, it's been created. Hah!
Austin said…
I liked the 2 alternating pics, well done.
Brian Miller said…
you use huge words.

i like the pics..had me fooled.

happy tt!
Sherrie said…
Hi!
I really like both pictures. Have a great day!

Sherrie
Food for Thought
http://100sweets.blogspot.com/2010/10/themed-thursday.html
Anonymous said…
Too true - good habits are much easier to give up!
Great hit on the theme. Happy TT.-J
Tom said…
is that like a permanent marker...can i get one at Wal-mart?...speaking of giant monsters
Megan said…
*Digs out dictionary*
Kris McCracken said…
JeffScape, done and DONE!

Austin, thanks.

Brian, sometimes, but especially on Thursday. That’s what too long in a university does to one…

Sherrie, and yourself!

Moonlit-night, I’d like more good habits.

Harnett-Hargrove, hoorah!

Tom, we don’t have them here. We just have poor old K-Marts…

Megan, I’m trying to turn this into a learning experience for all of us. ;)

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