In physical terms we inhabit space, but in emotional terms we are inhabited, by memory. A memory composed of a space and a time, a memory inside which we live, like an island between two oceans - one the past, the other the future. We can navigate the ocean of the recent past thanks to personal memory, which retains the recollection of the routes it has traveled, but to navigate the distant past we have to use memories that time has accumulated, memories of a space that is continually changing, as fleeting as time itself.
Jose Saramago, Portuguese author of All the Names, et al.
from Sept. 15, 2008; from his blog entry, "Words for a City"
Our Daily Challenge: On the Wild Side
the geek behind the curtain: all shots and layers in this assemblage were taken and developed by myself.
um ... a shot of 3 file cabinets from yesterday, shot face-on in a thin hall. then doubled and doubled and doubled many times to make these skyscrapers, twisted and bent to give perspective, dodged and burnt to intensify the light and shadow already there. a shot of a woman with an umbrella and her sidewalk from sunday, also copied and mirrored, cloned (to give the illusion that the debris on one side was different from the debris on the other) and dodged and burnt. a shot of the ocean from a few weeks ago. a shot of a moldy sand-blasted store facade from the same area as where i took the candid of the walker, but the store shot is from a year or so ago. took that and broke it into 3 pieces and forced it to have the same perspective as the sidewalk.
pretty much close to a full eight hours on this.