…Just beyond the field is a house weathered gray by the seasons and weakened by the stresses of time. In the golden rays of the morning light, the young girl is kicking up dust clouds, searching through the barren soil for seeds of her past, and desiring to be freed from yesterday’s delusions. She walks over to the side of the road and bends over; as she stands, I see three keys, dangling from her left hand. One key is silver, another is gold, and the third is made of diamonds. I feel the pain of fear awaken as the warmth of this early autumn day touches the frozen shield that embraces her heart
…literature provided me with alternate threads by which to darn a harmonious, yet delusional, understanding of death, of fatherless children, of a family. To move into this realm is to be cuddled in the arms of a chair, mesmerized by the pages of a book unfolding like an accordion, embraced by a transparent sound barrier, and transported into fantasies found through fictional characters. While my mind’s eye grasped the hand of my naïve emotional self and together we observed the telling of storied lives, there was a seeking mind that simultaneously identified revealing markers to create a map, not to a place of hidden treasures, but to a place that felt like a home.
B Catherine Koeford, A Meditative Journey with Saldage
Nancy’s photo challenge for this week is: Shine, “Has the sunshine or any other light source caused you to stop because it’s highlighting something you didn’t notice before?”
The design of this building; that is, the way it’s structure invited light and shadow to play with it’s mirrors and windows, not only caused me to stop it also invited me to revisit the building at different times of the day to “be in awe” of how it reflected ongoing changes of the weather as well as the sun’s journey.
The editing of Julie Powell’s image was done with Nix’s Sharpener, Color Efex Pro 4, and then finalized with Analog Efex Pro 2. To view other creative edits submitted for May’s One Photo Focus visit Visual Venturing.
perception is never purely in the present – it has to draw on experiences of the past; “the remembered present”…detailed memories of how things have previously looked and sounded, and these memories are recalled and mixed with every new perception…every act of perception…is to some degree an act of imagination.*