Monday, 29 March 2010
On a Clear Day You Can See Forever
By Barbra Streisand
I don't know why I titled it so, but maybe it will come out in the writing. I tend to upload pictures that I will reference for inspiration. They'll be hanging out in my photo file, and I'll go stare at them to see if it sparks my muse. This one has sat for awhile.
I would love to be able to tell you who painted it. I can't. I wander the art at the state fair every other summer. It's my break from the heat and the family. They're all listening to music or twisting through the sky on a stomach churning ride that I wouldn't be caught dead...or rather, they'd find me dead from holding my breath on the ding dang thang. I am much better off roaming the art. I know I should take note of the artists that I photograph, but the heat makes my mind go onesided and my multitasking ends. I am on a mini vacation at the time, so I guess I get a pass.
Anyway... (shakes head from heat memories), I walked right passed this picture. It looked completely green from my view point. I circled around the other art and eventually wound back by it. I was stunned that I was seeing faces, then found myself smiling and taking this shot. I get amused at my amusement at times and then people walk up on me standing there smiling and chuckling to myself. I used to think I had to explain myself to strangers when this happens. The conversations are lively when I do however, so it's a toss of the die whether or not I should. Once again, the heat is a big determining factor in this issue.
I walked away thinking about how we don't see the whole picture at times. We can easily miss the hidden beauty or what the message was suppose to be when we pass by with our view at a certain focus. Isn't it grand when we shift our view and we're touched on a personal level.
Ah ha! That was it! This picture has done it's job. No artists were harmed in the process.