tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291485436649858330.post6172025792636590596..comments2024-03-28T15:04:09.538-07:00Comments on Contemplative Photography: More than you ever wanted to know about the working of a contemplative photographer's brainDiane Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03379544317007203762noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291485436649858330.post-70158320352144307842011-01-23T05:53:56.152-08:002011-01-23T05:53:56.152-08:00I like what Maureen wrote -- about not writing.
I...I like what Maureen wrote -- about not writing.<br /><br />It's how I feel when I write my blog -- I seldom come to the laptop with a 'what I'm writing about today is...' thought. I come with -- wonder.<br /><br />which is what I feel and hear and see in your work. It isn't the disintegration that I see captured. It is the wonder -- of nature, man, objects, visual clues -- that map our journey in such seemingly concrete ways -- while all the while -- nothing is concrete because it keeps disintegrating. Even when we put our stamp on it -- the skeletal white handprint in the second photo reall speaks of that for me -- I don't see stop -- I see a beckoning into the 'third palm' -- that space where wonder exists. When I move into that hole, I feel like Alice -- and anything can happen in this photo -- and it can 'mean' anything -- or nothing. The meaning comes through me and my willingness to move into that third palm.<br /><br />LOL -- powerful ideas you've awoken with this blog Diane -- thanks!<br /><br />Hope you enjoyed your family time. Maybe -- the Stop worrying about it is the most powerful place of all for all of us. Maybe -- the stop is the beginning of simply being present to the experience and wonder of now.Louise Gallagherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13522775693728655487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291485436649858330.post-33367997033809699892011-01-22T18:40:09.828-08:002011-01-22T18:40:09.828-08:00Diane, I love this post and am wishing I could pos...Diane, I love this post and am wishing I could post an image that came to me as I read your post!! I'm going to go link to your post and post my image response on my blog, www.revrows.org. <br /><br />I like your reflection that "the image really has to come first." When I think of my photography as contempative photography, I imagine myself hither and yon, being captivated usually by some small detail in nature which compels me to contemplate it (and in the process make the image).Last summer, my friends thought I was crazy to spend forty-five minutes with a rock under an icy cold mountain stream. But it was an act of contemplation, which act I remember actually better than the image I took away.<br /><br />Thanks for your inspiration!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14590857900419179227noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291485436649858330.post-48005761357636964342011-01-22T12:44:08.809-08:002011-01-22T12:44:08.809-08:00You're so great, Maureen. And yes, if I hadn&...You're so great, Maureen. And yes, if I hadn't already decided the post was SUPPOSED to be about contemplation, that's exactly the direction I would have taken it.<br /><br />We humans are so afraid of loss, and have such short memories about what gets found with every loss...Diane Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03379544317007203762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291485436649858330.post-28145389841262490332011-01-22T10:50:55.351-08:002011-01-22T10:50:55.351-08:00Dawn Potter, a poet, wrote this morning about just...Dawn Potter, a poet, wrote this morning about just accepting that we sometimes can't write and that giving in to the silence may be the best thing we can do. I noted that a lot of wonder can come out of quiet. The words won't come until the expression finds its way.<br /><br />You ask is there beauty in disintegration. Some would say the obvious answer is, no. I don't agree. That rust in the images isn't stagnant; it's occurring over time and it's changing what was, and what we're seeing, into entirely different things. The process itself is fascinating from more than the scientific explanation of how it happens. Imagine if nothing ever disintegrated. And where does the rust go when the disintegration is complete? And why, as in the 2nd image, are we impelled to etch our marks in it, to change it further? The beauty is not just surface color and process but in the questions the seeing prompts.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.com