walking along the valley’s cliff
~Issa (cited: http://www.haikuguy.com)
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Week 16: Story Telling: Shadow (Tell a story. Make it compelling while only using shadow.)
Image submitted in response to Dogwood Photography’s annual 52-week photography challenge.
We call it distortion and preserve our faith in the validity of our mental image. Often we are right to do so, for the camera records so many unintelligent, insignificant, and circumstantial kinds of truth. Sometimes, however, we can learn from photographs that things were not as we thought they were.
~ Robert Capa
Henri Cartier-Bresson said that photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing, and which no contrivance on earth can bring back again. Not even photography can bring these things back, except in the memory of those who knew them, or in the imagination those who did not.
(cited: J. Szarkowski, Looking at Photographs, pg. 124)
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“Why, any one can make up things,” she said. “Have you ever tried?”
She put her hand warningly on Emengarde’s.
“Let us go very quietly to the door,” she whispered, “and then I will open it quite suddenly, perhaps we may catch her.”
She has half laughing, but there was a touch of mysterious hope in her eyes which, fascinated Emengarde, though she had not the remotest idea what it meant, or whom it was she wanted to “catch,” or why she wanted to catch her. Whatsoever she meant, Emengarde was sure it was something delightfully exciting. So, quite thrilled with expectation, she followed her on tiptoe along the passage. They made not the least noise until they reached the door. Then Sara suddenly turned the handle, and threw it wide open. Its opening revealed the room quite neat and quiet, a fire gently burning in the grate, and a wonderful doll sitting in a chair by it, apparently reading a book.
“Oh, she got back to her seat before we could see her?”
Sara exclaimed, “Oh course they always do. They are as quick as lightning.”
Emengarde looked from her to the doll and back again.
“Can she — walk?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yes,” answered Sara. “At least I believe she can. At least I pretend I believe she can. And that makes it seem as if it were true. Have you ever pretended things?”
~Frances Hodgson Burnett, A Little Princess