Robert Burns Invocation

transience

In this blog post: Extract from an interview. Mrs. Marsh foot in conversation with photographer Moor. Note the English pronunciation of the name, Mrs. Moore has three years in London (United Kingdom) lived. Photos to enlarge.

swamp walk: Dear Mrs. Moore, I have asked you to take pictures on impermanence and they said you were a photographer. What do you mean?

Moor: My answer and got my answer I originally seen as a contradiction to her question. I am a photographer, that means, I'm filming not, as some passes, but I provide only a single shot. In the pictures you see states, but not the mortality, that was my first thought.

And then?

Then I thought to myself, I will send it states, snapshots, uh, snapshots of meadow and forest. Everything changes with time. Everything could be shown under the topic transience.

Add a topic about a picture and the viewer will consider it accordingly?

Yes. Image and caption set associations free. And another thing: the transience, the offense is a process. Runs but no longer at the picture, but the viewer in the viewer, you understand?
When I was taking that photograph of the mushroom, as I photographed the mushroom, I just wanted to hold this state, the picture that he painted on the floor. I was very close to the theme of transience here in that I thought I had come at just the right moment, and fortunately, with cameras. The next day, the fungus might have been away, or black color of the night the rain washed into the soil washed into the ground.

the readers of your mushroom image thinking but rather to the fungus that has passed, right?

Oh yes, I want to comment this. Also for me the image has this other meaning. Although I do not think there anyone who sees the picture, it must go like that. With me is also the fact that I knew the mushroom for a few days earlier, when he was young and lived. His hat had had not even opened. "Disappear leaves"

The three photographs entitled affect me but then when you wanted to make the offense a material, sorry, the crime of something once living thing visible.







(peat smiles indulgently) There are states, nothing else, nothing else. The three pictures were taken on the same day.

Does the state at all? The leaves are still, as we see in the decomposition process.

Since you probably just talk to your own inner process, Mrs. swamp walk. Of course, you do not decompose, excuse my miss-understand language, I mean only the development of your thoughts.

But because a grant does not mean that it is subject to arbitrariness, to something called a condition? And would we even in the world ever come across something that is not subject to development?

I will like you agree that the state is a foregone size and everything I know in the world movement. In our perception, however, in my perception, many things appear on sensible periods of time without change, resistant, or I take up my camera to help and make a snapshot. How long have you wanted to because, for example, are faced with the leaves, to see the decomposition?

I admit it is difficult to trace the crime in minute detail, and to perceive what is happening.
on your scrolling images, Mrs. Moore has I so fascinated by the delicacy of the leaf skeleton and their transition into the substance of the ground.

Oh, that's my topic, I talk about it very much! Instead of the offense, I could also describe the becoming or emergence or transformation. In the fall, in which I might regret the passing of summer splendor, emerge new forms and colors. Especially the autumn foliage is wonderful. Red and yellow colors come but only be negotiated because the green leaf pigment degrades. And I make the veins does not, to emphasize the decline of the leaf, but this particular moment in the life cycle of capture, which are not different from other states and the transience of prey is.

It is my understanding that we say yellow, wilted leaf expression for both the transience of life can be summer, as well as something nice to regret is the transience of man.

I have while shooting the latter always in mind. In summer and autumn. I eventually used again risen, as fragile but also the beauty of this is what we generally have attributed the fall. Only for a short time the book leaves lights in the forest to the feet. In dark days of rain when the water reinwäscht the leaves, even more than on days with sun. I think it could last forever, ... I like the same idea in the summer comes. The shells of the beech nuts are light and silky inside and shine the chestnuts. The children want, chestnuts were always how they look when they are just like fresh.


But why actually, Mrs. Moor, make me a picture with a dead fish available and not one with, say, catkins? Think about the impermanence of death?

So first, the fish image from my last show left and was therefore reduced in price and secondly you can, Mrs. Swamp walk, do not at my spring pictures. The reason is that spring is very perishable.

And death?

even in death, it is fleeting, I've already noticed the leaves.

(swamp walk breaks Moor) Has the fish no more than a leaf? I mean, he has at least one eye!

Sure, as a recipient, you have the choice, my pictures to look at anyway. And you may interpret as you wish. For example, it might occur to one to put the spotlight on the ice. It has no very firm. Just a little more sun and it melts away. This will provide the fish to the decay process of free - although we must not think only of death but also to the life that this process requires that many types of bacteria and fungal species that are involved, and in the lake, life goes on. And the eye? Yeah, the eye ... It is looking directly into my lens, is not it?

Is not that mean to the fish?

Well, you know, to a story from the sea: the waves leave on the beach lines, wavy lines of shells. And because they are so different to the country to run, there are several lines that always overlap. On such a line I found a fish. He was dead and still looked wonderful from. His body glistened in different colors. It was a very small fish, paper clips and a half long and very thin. A child came and said that this fish looks like a pendant, that is jewelry. It was the dead fish to look for a while in his hand. Another very young child wanted to see the fish too. It has thrown him into the water, looked forward and said Now it lives again ! Then it wanted to see more fish and revive it.

(swamp walk very thoughtful) Yes, yes.

Mucinex D And Erection

If, after the holiday weather is rainy and cool, you move to the jackets from last fall. In the jacket pockets sometimes found a handkerchief with snot and maybe a few tears from a year ago. Such a jacket with a handkerchief she had to, so I could get on track.
would I actually know in advance can ensure that I would meet any real wild boar, because it was only a test of courage, yes. In tests of courage is never about the real thing. The respondent should only be a little intimidated. For example
through the darkness. Down on my way she wrapped me completely. Above, the sky shone through the treetops. I looked up to find my way. The way I felt under my feet, but I could not see him. More often then I looked but in the darkness. I saw optical illusions, mirages of my own eye, gray spots in the black. What is one to see when it's really dark. The sky was bright down here do nothing. I was afraid of stumbling every moment over a wild boar. Wild boars are not huge, they may go up to my sternum. The bad thing is they are compact, they are stable, they are not to easy, they do not fly away and they belong, like Piglet Pooh would say, probably the wilder animals. You might get the idea to fight when they are angry.
Enough about wild pigs! I still knew where I had seen on the day their mark ransacked Ground. I listened. The rain was a constant noise. The rain in the trees. At the mercy of the rain had stopped and the trees, it's raining it were much longer. I got a single drop on the hood, all the other drops I could only hear. If I hear the wild boars root of all this noise? Churned out loud or quiet? Breathed it aloud?
I had arrived on a stretch that you could not see the best of intentions. Not even on the basis of the sky over the treetops. The crowns were too tight. They had the road not more space than elsewhere. Like a cat's eye would have enough here to gather light to shine around? What light, if there is none?
The whole road full of questions. I thought if I'm afraid - and I had - then at least I'm not alone. I wish the animals would disappear in time before me and not on their flight scare. I was hoping she could hear me. I heard myself do not own. My steps caused as little noise like a velvet carpet. No branch cracked under them. I once bumped into leaves. Even the more I felt when I heard it. The leaves were dripping from moisture, to the drop in the trees, I knew from the hike the day before me puddles on the road - hopefully they were not grown! Instead of rubber boots I wore shoes, which allow it to run away better. Maybe there was even the first reason to flee. To the left of straight ahead in darkness shone a point. Because I went, it changed my perspective and point the plants were hidden from me. But I could repeatedly say that he had not moved, still there was still lit. Maybe I saw an animal eye and the animal eye saw me. I know how to stand motionless deer as an alternative to escape. Can doe eyes light up too? Then I saw the right hand on the floor a familiar glow and further away one thing and another. The glow worm - in my childhood, they are flying through the air, here I only saw her on the ground. It unless the doe eyes ... Such a
Glühwürmchenkörper can really illuminate anything. To him I saw the book leaves. It glistened wet. Its color I added in my head, because if I remember it now, it occurs to me, but not that I had seen them.
As in a ghost train I put on everything left and right by the sensed path. As was already the next. She let me doubt what I saw. It seemed to me that there was an abyss that shone from within. I saw the way, but the abyss. Why he shone, on the other hand, was just that my happiness, my chance of not falling into it. I knew even from a day tour that left my way steep went into the deep. Black, damp soil, mud holes, swamps. Erdinseln floating on water that hervorttritt until a foot complained the island.
I looked my way and I do not feel his feet barely, if I walked on muddy Weggrund or was already immersed in the woods to my right. It was the view upward, as if I would see the sky and the trees that stand out black with it, could make the trail. With this in mind, I went to my deception. The abyss on my left was so deep as the trees were high, and the reason I shone against the sky. It was a reflection! I reached the puddle, which I had seen during the day. With each passing
danger I was the easier way. He also became wider and at least got to the left a clear, visible boundary. I had to keep only the right of the thick tree trunks. When I looked up slightly, I saw her. The road led from here straight off a while. It rained in the trees I ran and the way forward was until I lost him. I felt it no longer under my feet. I ran on foliage. An attempt to go further left, I bumped into leaves and branches, the attempt to the right I just said: Leaves, Leaves, Leaves, you're in the woods. Because once again there was a lightning bug. I now had a still in the dark Blindfolded and shot me, I had found my way again until dawn. As it is, the assumption being able to follow, but the whole time that I had gone straight ahead, I dared me to turn 180 degrees. Where previously hinzeigte my navel, was now my backbone, and the tip was directed to what had previously been behind me. After a few steps, I hit the road, which described in its place a left turn. 90. I did not see.
Another piece on solid ground and with his eyes through the unknown, then I saw the moon. He was a real lamp. He had done all the time my sky light, he was. To such a little thing like the moon I had not even bothered with the decision to the test of courage. It was available and he told me the way forward was really enjoyable. A mile back without fear, nothing to me you nothing to run on a pig. The moon was beautiful and white clouds visible, high fog over the meadow. He outshone not the stars, not the aircraft that shows me that there was a civilization still existed. I was able to see much that I even have a detour to a field along selected. Mysteriously in the shadows of the trees covered the horses were standing side by side. One was afraid of me, yet I was not even come close to him.
shone in the meadow the moonlight through countless drops of water and the handkerchief from his right pocket was still room for some snot. I must have passed the test of courage so, could only be even, that I failed the Written today.

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test of courage in the ground worming

A t the planet Earth , is common parlance. In planet Earth only moles and worms and grubs. but when I speak of the Planet Earth, it is also possible to conceive than those inside inside, living on the continental shelves and seas. At the bottom of the atmosphere.
"We are people in a planet." Says John Heimrath (Editor, Art Director of the magazine Oya) the beginning of a conversation about commons. ( Let's change the rules ) way: The whole conversation is interesting. Especially on the view that people on or live in their planet, Johannes Rath's home in a 12:20 minute video of the live recording.
He describes it to have, we would live in the earth as a key experience, once ( embrace of Gaia ) at David Abram read to live among the whole lot of air, whose pressure we do not realize just because we are "built for it," about 100 km deep in the atmosphere (measured by the Kármán line ). For me it is a tangible difference whether I on the surface of the world that nourishes and protects me, or understand it in inside.

With the thought of being inside and on the basis of the air ocean (John Heimrath) , I have recently once again looked up surface. Of course, I only saw a turbulent atmosphere. The Kármán line I could not make up and jump times just out of my element like a fish out of water I would not. embrace

link to David Abrams essay from Gaia. Like the Gaia hypothesis changes our perception.
An inquiry to the makers of Oya to David Abram has led me to the essay and the Gaia hypothesis. The hypothesis is not the basis of the blog post. As I put the link, I agree with the hypothesis automatically. It is quite new for me and something that interests me. Opinions on the hypothesis I like to read in the comments.