Experiments in Composition

[Salvor-Hardon]

OK, so I've been dragging my heels too long. Its time to let my bohemian side breathe a bit.

All of the pictures, unless otherwise noted are taken on an Ipaq rx3715 pda. 1.2 megapixel with a fixed f2.8 aperture and automatic shutter metering.

For the first round at least I wanted to see what I could do with just composition rules. Then as I looked at them, they needed other things, so I added journal entries, ponderings, just musing of a warped mind.

The first one: "the power of sunrise"

http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c104/salvor-hardon/Powerofsunrise.jpg

The more I See the world become more and more mechanized and automated, the more I am amazed at sunrises. We will never have an artificial sun, and electric lights will never truly fill the sky like this. Even during the pre-rush hour travels, there is that natural beauty that can touch the heart of those to see.

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

"Linear Paths"

http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c104/salvor-hardon/LinearPath.jpg

"All my life's a circle, sunrise and sundown
Moon goes through the night time
Til the daylight comes around
All my life's a circle, I can't tell you why
Seasons spinning round again
Years keep rolling by"
--Harry Chapin "circles"

I've never really like straight lines and squares. They seem so very limiting and constrictive to me. They don't roll, they flow, they just hold things and act as limits. I never really did well coloring inside the lines in grade school other.

People who live with squares and lines, people who can set a goal and strive to meet it, have a sort of magic that eludes me. I understand the concepts, and even try it now and again. But I am always walking in circles, finding ways to roll, and bouncing off the wrong wall. I'm not sure where I go wrong, until I see my globular free form mess in stark contrast to neat tidy lines.

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

"Abstract Reality"

http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c104/salvor-hardon/AbstractReality.jpg

Now and then I feel strange. I myself feel fine, but I feel very much like I don't belong to the world around me. When I was young I dreamed I was the lost child of traveling aliens who had some how left me behind on this planet. A super man without the exploding Krypton. Some day, when I figured out who I was and where I came from I would build some way of reaching my people and going home, finding that place that feels right again.


Now in my adult years, I still struggle, disappointed I have never found the proof I needed that I am not of this world. No special powers, no abilities or talents that set me apart. Just an inner longing for a place I wonder if it even exists.

Mom, Dad, if you're out there, I want to come home now.

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

"drive into darkness"

http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c104/salvor-hardon/Driveintodarkness.jpg

Do ever want to go out late at night, and change around traffic signs, just to see if anyone would notice? Not just steal a street sign but steal one of the big ass fucking highway signs and move it three exits down, and watch for tourists who are looking and then get all messed up when the exits numbers are out of order.


Neither have I , I was just curious about you.

 

[cloudy]

I really like this; both the picture, and the commentary.

"Abstract Reality"

http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c104/salvor-hardon/AbstractReality.jpg

Now and then I feel strange. I myself feel fine, but I feel very much like I don't belong to the world around me. When I was young I dreamed I was the lost child of traveling aliens who had some how left me behind on this planet. A super man without the exploding Krypton. Some day, when I figured out who I was and where I came from I would build some way of reaching my people and going home, finding that place that feels right again.


Now in my adult years, I still struggle, disappointed I have never found the proof I needed that I am not of this world. No special powers, no abilities or talents that set me apart. Just an inner longing for a place I wonder if it even exists.

Mom, Dad, if you're out there, I want to come home now.

 

[Kcar]

"Linear Paths"

http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c104/salvor-hardon/LinearPath.jpg

"All my life's a circle, sunrise and sundown
Moon goes through the night time
Til the daylight comes around
All my life's a circle, I can't tell you why
Seasons spinning round again
Years keep rolling by"
--Harry Chapin "circles"

I've never really like straight lines and squares. They seem so very limiting and constrictive to me. They don't roll, they flow, they just hold things and act as limits. I never really did well coloring inside the lines in grade school other.

People who live with squares and lines, people who can set a goal and strive to meet it, have a sort of magic that eludes me. I understand the concepts, and even try it now and again. But I am always walking in circles, finding ways to roll, and bouncing off the wrong wall. I'm not sure where I go wrong, until I see my globular free form mess in stark contrast to neat tidy lines.

Indeed I feel as you do, SH! Great picture, but it does feel confining to me also...

This on the other hand:

http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c104/salvor-hardon/AbstractReality.jpg

makes something beautiful in an ordinary world - the turbulance of nature is more inspiring to me than the relatively simple linear subject above the rain on the window.

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

I really like this; both the picture, and the commentary.

One day, the truth about our origins will come to light, and those of us from some place else will finally get to go "Nyahh Nyahh, told you so!"

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

Indeed I feel as you do, SH! Great picture, but it does feel confining to me also...

This on the other hand:

http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c104/salvor-hardon/AbstractReality.jpg

makes something beautiful in an ordinary world - the turbulance of nature is more inspiring to me than the relatively simple linear subject above the rain on the window.

I hate to admit it, but its not rain. Atlanta has had horrendous pollen problems this spring, and my car was coated in yellow dust. I went to a drive through car wash, and as I sat there under the pounding water, that vista was framed so perfectly by the edges of the building, and the water streaks gave it that surreal effect. It had to be a picture, so pop! I took it.

There are plans to do more water, fire ad wind shots too, as the chaotic aspects of natural elements are so compelling.

 

[Kcar]

I hate to admit it, but its not rain. Atlanta has had horrendous pollen problems this spring, and my car was coated in yellow dust. I went to a drive through car wash, and as I sat there under the pounding water, that vista was framed so perfectly by the edges of the building, and the water streaks gave it that surreal effect. It had to be a picture, so pop! I took it.

There are plans to do more water, fire ad wind shots too, as the chaotic aspects of natural elements are so compelling.

I'm looking forward to those!

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

30 Second Poem

http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c104/salvor-hardon/30secondpoem.jpg

I love that April is poetry month! Poetry is just such a great way to express yourself sometimes. That and I love goofing around with forms, villanelles, sonnets, limericks, you name it.

My local library has this huge magnetic board up for people to make little flash poems . This was mine, done in 30 seconds.

 

[arienette]

"Abstract Reality"

http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c104/salvor-hardon/AbstractReality.jpg

Now and then I feel strange. I myself feel fine, but I feel very much like I don't belong to the world around me. When I was young I dreamed I was the lost child of traveling aliens who had some how left me behind on this planet. A super man without the exploding Krypton. Some day, when I figured out who I was and where I came from I would build some way of reaching my people and going home, finding that place that feels right again.


Now in my adult years, I still struggle, disappointed I have never found the proof I needed that I am not of this world. No special powers, no abilities or talents that set me apart. Just an inner longing for a place I wonder if it even exists.

Mom, Dad, if you're out there, I want to come home now.

I love the commentary on this one; absolutely love it! I've felt like this more than just a few times, it's comforting to know I'm not the only one.

I also love your flash poetry, I always wanted those refrigerator magnets to make flash poetry on. That would be fun.

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

Cloud walking

http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c104/salvor-hardon/cloudwalk.jpg

I used to imagine that clouds were sand in the sky. If I could get up over them I could walk on them and never have to come to the ground again. There was a world in the clouds waiting for me, if I could just get to them.

When I was 18 I got to fly in a small private Cesna. The first time I broke through the clouds and was close enough to see them for what they were, then see them like an ethereal beach beneath me. I knew, from science class that it was water vapor and yet it felt so much like my childish dreams, that world above the world I wanted to explore. Still to this day, I want to learn how to cloud walk, to live above the world.

 

[SxRx]

At once both confining and comforting

"Linear Paths"

http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c104/salvor-hardon/LinearPath.jpg

"All my life's a circle, sunrise and sundown
Moon goes through the night time
Til the daylight comes around
All my life's a circle, I can't tell you why
Seasons spinning round again
Years keep rolling by"
--Harry Chapin "circles"

I've never really like straight lines and squares. They seem so very limiting and constrictive to me. They don't roll, they flow, they just hold things and act as limits. I never really did well coloring inside the lines in grade school other.

People who live with squares and lines, people who can set a goal and strive to meet it, have a sort of magic that eludes me. I understand the concepts, and even try it now and again. But I am always walking in circles, finding ways to roll, and bouncing off the wrong wall. I'm not sure where I go wrong, until I see my globular free form mess in stark contrast to neat tidy lines.

Salvor-Hardon:


This picture is mathematics to me. Yes, it confining, but comforting in the endless repeating pattern. A sense of infinity to it. This to me represents the left hemisphere of the brain, the linear. I must confess I do love math, its order, but it is only one perspective on the world. I love how you have captured this and your following picture which are opposites which I will comment on as well.

SxRx

 

[SxRx]

Chaos Theory

"Abstract Reality"

http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c104/salvor-hardon/AbstractReality.jpg

Now and then I feel strange. I myself feel fine, but I feel very much like I don't belong to the world around me. When I was young I dreamed I was the lost child of traveling aliens who had some how left me behind on this planet. A super man without the exploding Krypton. Some day, when I figured out who I was and where I came from I would build some way of reaching my people and going home, finding that place that feels right again.


Now in my adult years, I still struggle, disappointed I have never found the proof I needed that I am not of this world. No special powers, no abilities or talents that set me apart. Just an inner longing for a place I wonder if it even exists.

Mom, Dad, if you're out there, I want to come home now.

This composition reminds me of the chaos theory so sensually demonstrated by the actor Jeff Goldbloom in Jurassic Park on the hand of Laura Dern. Ah, such sexual tension!

SxRx