ever a brieffie—
‘dream’ can mean to the effect of ‘with the quality of surreal‘ and that surreal quality is one of the things I sometimes try to slip into even the simplest of images—
AND IF ‘DREAM’
can mean other things I offer the following wee series to Ishaiya to show that yes, Great Minds do think alike (and I love it when I find one).
Taken over a few years this sequence (possibly a bit out of order) started with a serendipity snap that over time I tried to reproduce such that one can see progress.
At the moment ‘they’ are doing up Esk Street. So getting the right angle for the snap requires patience, six-foot arms, steady hands and a wee bit of luck—on with the show: first, that angle—
—which was established to the left of the tree about level-ish with that couple crossing the road over on the right.
I just adore spring blossoms.
And blue skies.
And sprightly young damsels flitting along the street with a song in their heart and portable coffee in their hands … in contrast to the hints of approaching wintry gloom—
—leading to the bare season of bare: bare this, bare that, bare the other, bare anything but the damsels squelching along under dense layers of arctic-wear looking for all the world like irate walruses armed with steaming cup …
And with far too long to endure before that all too brief period of spring blossom and green leafage. “Life,” says the Japanese poet/philosopher, “is but a dream within a dream.”
It’s a dream that’s marked by the procession of the colours on branches—
—and sometimes by shots the opportunistic can snap in springtime, before completely forgetting about them when the challenge was ‘juxtaposition’; as below.
BUMMER … ’twas ever thus. So, how does this fit the theme of the challenge? Wee Ishaiya had a pic posted that fairly resonated and I had to pay homage—iIs this a case of minds sharing a Dream, or simple synchronicity?
Before I get all poetical here’s that juxtapositionistic shot I promised. Enjoy! I did …
… despite all the indignant honks from cars weaving around the suicidal old goat in the middle of the traffic with a mind set entirely on getting the alignments right.
Luckily for me it was springtime and folk here are a bit more tolerant—in autumn they’d have driven over me. In winter they’d have done so then stopped, reversed back over me, then forwarded again and driven over me once more for being still in the way …
Now take thee another peek at image number one, those yellowy reflections in the puddles on concrete. I love it~!