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Mediocrity can talk, but it is for genius to observe.


Clouds seen in the hospital windows. Argyle Street, Hobart. February 2011.

Sometimes the best way of looking at something is by looking at something through something else. We often fool ourselves that when we observe something for ourselves, we can achieve some kind of objectivity. Of course, all observation is mediated through the observer. If we consciously choose to observe something through something, we immediately abandon that pretence, and factor in the potential refractive points.

We won’t get objectivity, but at least we might get something more contemplative.

What that has to do with clouds is anybody’s guess.
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EG CameraGirl said…
Great words of wisdom, Kris.
3 February 2011 at 09:23
Roddy said…
They are just as disfunctional, disjointed as your ramblings. Swirling and eddying any which way.
3 February 2011 at 09:42
Kris McCracken said…
EG Wow, one does try.

Roddy, BAH!

J Bar, needed a slightly warmer filter perhaps…
3 February 2011 at 13:48
Roddy said…
The black sheep is back. Baa, baa.
3 February 2011 at 16:05
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