Wednesday 18 February 2009

soft rain, healing rain





































20 comments:

  1. Prima ma impresioneaza cel mai mult!

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  2. !!!! Those low black clouds are exactly like the ones i saw in a dream a lil while ago!!!

    gorgeous stuff, darling!!!

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  3. Roxana: You evoke so well the day in summer when the rain comes at last --- as you rightly say, the healing rain. That is enough, more than enough….

    But then I wonder what it means to take a series of photographs of the same (or nearly the same) landscape, to devote this deep, gentle attention to the shifting nuances of light and cloud.

    The poet Charles Wright says “All forms of landscape are autobiographical.” These pictures are an example of what he means, I think.

    Autobiography and photography both are essentially about time, aren’t they?, though photography is not involved with time in that it freezes and fixes the moment, as some have written. Rather, photographs provide access back into the flow of time, into the Heraclitean fire of the moment.

    Surely a series of images like these are an allegory of the seeing subject’s (photographer’s / viewer’s) presence-ing in time. Such a heartbreak in the nature of things, that photographs are always inevitably records of the past, and therefore records of loss --- and the allegory here is one of memory’s relation to this loss, the pictures' gathering (“on the earth and beneath the sky,” as H. would say) and preservation of moments which are mirrors back into the moods of the landscape….

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  4. Healing and cleaning rain... After rain or storm, landscapes appear as if they've been washed and colors seem brigher.

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  5. multumesc, Emese, la mine prima si ultima sunt favorite, de aia le-am si incadrat asa :-)

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  6. ah, strangepress, the famous j's dreams :-)
    I am glad that my clouds were a part of them! and thank you for letting me know that :-)

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  7. Edith, stiam eu ca avem aceleasi gusturi :-)

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  8. James,
    you often say that you don't find words to talk about my images, but I am in the same position, you know, when you do finally find those words. they make me wonder and take a step back and look again and ponder. all that wordlessly :-)

    when thinking about keeping a diary, I have often said to myself: my photographies will be that diary for me. so I understand what you mean. but I find myself torn between these opposite views, photography as death, freezing time, and what you say hear about life and returning the moment back into the flow of time. maybe it is the same as with poetry, words name a thing and thus create a world ('le poète parle au seuil de l’être', Bachelard says), and still by doing that they carry the loss within and point toward an absence.

    we both seem to somehow come back to this topic again and again...

    ps. as for the moods of the landscape, I absolutely love Turner. not so hard to guess, I believe.

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  9. sauvageblue, thank you for visiting. I am glad you enjoyed :-)

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  10. yes, la source, I love that too, the way colours seem different then, so soft and fresh...

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  11. I love the first shot - you can just sense the heaviness of the clouds. gorgeous.

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  12. thank you, sz, I'm always glad to hear from you :-)

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  13. Beautiful and haunting images, Roxana. I particularly love the first one. You have a gorgeous colour sense, so I don't want you to feel any criticism of the others. I suppose it's just that reducing the vision to black and white and the shades in between somehow simplifies and intensifies the whole experience.

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  14. I am happy to hear from you again, Neil. and thank you :-) no, of course I don't mind, I know exactly what you mean. I found myself torn between that and the pastel-colours.

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  15. wonderful series. thoe top ones remind me of dow's with cows

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