“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

4.07.2009

Seeing a Story: Staying in Art Mode

An image I've had for a while.

I look at it and see circles of all kinds.
The lights mimic the giraffe's polka dots.
It's a carousel;
it goes round & round & round.
The boy's head - there in the back. Almost a circle.
The boy's arm - there in the front.
I can just feel the big circus-y loop he draws in the air,
like a bull-rider on a bull,
hand swinging like a lasso above his head.

However,
I am quite taken with this arrested movement,
with how still it seems it the midst of all the action.
I don't hear the music that no doubt is playing.
It feels silent.
Mysterious.
That boy in the back controls the entire image.
He sets the mood,
the tempo,
despite that big, happy, looping arm in front.
It should be a joyful image,
a laughing image,
full of the noise of children.
But it's not.
It feels like letting go, yes,
but a tentative letting go,
not quite sure where this all will lead,
but willing to see.
Perhaps eager to see.

Do you see any of that?
Do you see a story here?

This one is made-up, of course.
There really were laughing children.
There was blasting music,
the smell of cotton candy.
But all I saw,
at that moment,
at that place,
that spot where my two feet stood,
was that boy in the back.
That giraffe.
That almost-loneliness.
Almost.
the giraffe feels like the boy's protector

12 comments:

  1. It reminds me of a dream.. this photo is cool. I love your blog by the way. I read it everyday. I actualy wait for every new post and get excited when each new one comes.

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  2. Randi - Thank you!! That makes me feel so good ~ I can't stop smiling!!

    :) Debi

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  3. what happens to today when tomorrow comes?
    what happens to the time, when another second replaces the one second that you have just captured in your picture?

    it will no doubt ceased to exist except in memory.

    that one second of an 'almost loneliness' of the boy now lives in you and your picture. the stillness that you have witnessed is the dying of that second in time.

    we are seldom aware or appreciate the magnitude of this event that occur in every single second of everyday. the same as what happens to the the boy's time, our time is ticking too - dying and reborn into a new like in a cycle.

    perhaps the boy really is lonely and that has magnified the emotions of that one dying second till you can feel it right through your lenses.

    ...you have just captured the existence of time - a second of 'stillness' of 'an almost loneliness'.

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  4. such a gentle ~ whispering
    reminder

    live

    live

    live in the moment

    :)

    beautiful poem....

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  5. Moonshin - Wow. That leaves me speechless! :)

    Maddie - Yes, this moment is all we have, that one second Moonshin referred to. Thankfully, it is enough.

    :) Debi

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  6. i think i might have gone overboard there. sorry....

    that post really interests me. i find it intriguing and unique.

    yet again, another beautiful masterpiece from our dear Debi =)

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  7. Do you see any of that?
    Do you see a story here?


    I most certainly do. What a great interpretation of the beautiful image...

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  8. I'm reminded of a great Hitchcock film--'Strangers on a Train.' It was shot in black and white and yes, there's a scene in an amusement park. Danger in the midst of celebratory good times--that seems to heighten the terror.

    Your image doesn't feel that dangerous per se, giraffe protector or not. But yes, there is a quiet loneliness in the middle of the hubbub.

    Poignant pairing of words and image.

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  9. Oh, I remember that movie! The amusement park scene was scary, scary. I'd forgotten that.

    Debi

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  10. Great picture... reminds me of a memory.

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  11. This is entirely intriguing!

    I can't stop looking at that little boy. I didn't really notice him when I first looked at the image, and now after reading your words, I am captivated by him...and by that moment.

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