Day 1837, something to read.

 

“Imagination enters into the taking of the photograph, if only by the choice of a point of view, which then becomes the point of view of those who look at the photograph. But imagination can enter into the photograph more deeply than it can into the map making. It is true that maps of the same area can differ precisely according to the purposes for which they are drawn – land use maps and geological maps for instance -but the business of the map maker is nonetheless to record information in a neutral way. The photographer by contrast can choose a point of view precisely in order to give the landscape a particular focus of interest. Furthermore, the more imaginative a photographer is, the more he or she is likely to select a point of view which, left to our own devices, we would not have chosen. In this way the photographer gets us to see what we would not otherwise have seen. Imagination chooses a point of view and the photograph directs our perception accordingly. It is not fanciful to speak of a photograph’s revealing new, and hitherto unimagined aspects of a landscape. All this of course is to be contrasted with doctoring the photograph. A photograph of a landscape, however imaginative, is to be distinguished from the celebrated ‘photograph’ of fairies at the bottom of the garden. It is at one and the same time a work of imagination and concerned with what is really there.”

From Philosophy of the arts. An introduction to aesthetics by Gordon Graham (ISBN o-415-16687-X ISBN)

Chapter 3, art and understanding Page 51 (E-book 2001)

Day 1681, landscape.

Our cultured landscape

~

with fields

square

like the mind

of a farmer

and trees

planted

by the rhythm

of the ranger

~

and the road

we take

follows the creek

that brings

water

down

over rounded

stones

laying in the silt

of forefathers

Day 1650, driving.

The clouds and mountains

move slowly

~

and the water reflects

my mind

~

before the next turn

I stop

to take a picture

and save this moment

for you

Day 1496, just below the clouds.

Day 1496.jpg

In a distance

the snow covered tops

remind me

of the cold

where the eagle

flies

just below

the clouds

~

effortlessly she glides

down

from rising

warmer

air

watching the world

nervously

for the pray

she needs

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