Wednesday, February 16, 2011
I think a good picture should be like a story told to you; it acts as a guide for you to use your imagination but lets you play without many preconceptions. The photographer is a storyteller and you the viewer embellish the tale.
It reminds me of the caves of Gargas and Cosquer in France or El Castillo in Spain; or the flurry of unknown hands on the wall in the Cueva de las Manos in Argentina rising from the rock face as if a flock of birds took flight. This anonymous artist has unwittingly become a participant of the past, and I am the fortunate witness in passing.
This was a popular holiday light garland this year-and there are still a number of houses and buildings around town with these up. It's past Valentine's now...the prettiness of them makes the heart grow fonder: I wonder how long they'll stay up. One year my family didn't take the fresh Christmas tree down until February 14th; better to combine two holidays in one and keep the spirit alive I guess! Needless to say, it was brown and dry but really light to carry out. I have a soft spot for people who keep their decorations up long past a specific holiday: it's a little reminder to celebrate all year long and usually makes for some quirky tableaux to come upon.