- it’s about seeing.
- and all the things
- that get in the way
- of that simple act.
- and it’s about
- visual communication
- and how potentially ambiguous
- its transmission
- from one person to another
- can be.
- its about the myriad
- "bliks,"
- or personal perspectives,
- each of us carries
- in our brain and being.
- about those axiomatics,
- that more often than not,
- just dontt fully
- add up.
- and that great distance
- between what is,
- and what might be,
- that endless ocean
- that forever
- separates the two.
- and to that ongoing
- apparently nonstop party
- each of us brings
- our individual toys,
- that we expect
- to share
- with the others.
- or to put it
- another way,
- as John Barth
- so aptly expressed it,
- “it’s all like a floating opera,”
- performed on a boat
- going up
- or down
- the river,
- and from the small bits
- of the play
- we each of us catch,
- and from the scattered gossip
- that we hear,
- we try
- to make sense
- of the totality.
- and of course
- we’re doomed
- to fail.
- the totality
- is non sense.
- only the details,
- the specifics
- are apprehendable.
- only the Now
- exists,
- and the camera
- records
- that eternal
- intersection
- of time
- and space,
- and maybe
- a taste
- of even more
- dimensions,
- which much later,
- in tranquility,
- we feebly
- attempt
- to interpret
- and make
- coherent.
- and pictures
- are like that,
- but maybe
- even more so.
- just opening
- the shutter
- will get you
- in for ma tion,
- but information
- is often
- not enough.
- sometimes you
- just need
- to penetrate
- to the next level
- of knowing
- to the bedrock
- of epis te mo lo gy
- and try
- to reach
- those layers
- adjacent
- if not at
- the source.
- and the glove,
- linked somehow
- to the hand
- of creation,
- is ever there,
- hovering
- within
- our consciousness,
- as we try
- to take it
- all in.
- the glove,
- also the interlocutor,
- questions all
- and everything.
- when a photograph
- is not a statement,
- it is so often
- a question.
- and as such,
- it keeps bringing us
- back
- by refusing
- to shed
- it’s overwhelming
- ambiguity.
- yes this was seen
- by the camera eye,
- but wasn’t it
- even more
- seen by the eye
- of the imagination,
- and isn’t that seeing
- more durable,
- than the diurnal.
- and then again
- maybe it was
- just
- the dreaming eye
- that truly saw.
