Just a moment in the sun or shade, alone or with a mate. A good book, a quiet peace.
Many varieties around the my circle.
Some designed as gardens or little people full of wonder.
Others just working well. Wicker chairs soft cushions and a small table for iced drinks on the sunny days.
Sun or shade sets the mood. The suns path, vegetation do play their roll.
All have an allure to me. I make an image as my mind creates a story of the life’s lived in these warm places.
They come in colors everywhere. Just a chair for your diereaire. But much more a moment just for you.
A place for your seat while you munch on a treat.
Find your seat for whatever you please relax, dream peace pjc
Recently read an article in The Guardian about Wim Wenders Polaroids. His thoughts on the Art Photography Genre rang true they could be my words. “The culture has changed. It has all gone. I really don’t know why we stick to the word photography any more. There should be a different term, but nobody cared about finding it.”
“It’s not just the meaning of the image that has changed – the act of looking does not have the same meaning. Now, it’s about showing, sending and maybe remembering. It is no longer essentially about the image. The image for me was always linked to the idea of uniqueness, to a frame and to composition. You produced something that was, in itself, a singular moment. As such, it had a certain sacredness. That whole notion is gone.” That was my world and will continue to be it isn’t the problem of the copiers of things in front of them it is my problem for being unable to accept content and quantity as the new normal. Technically excellent void of emotion “What program did you use”? peace pjc
Photographic Art, film, thought, nuance, metaphor my program.