My poor husband, suffering last days so much in humid England. The weather really doesn’t suit him here. While I feel awaken and happy, his organism is so confused and reacts with bothering migraines on a daily basis. And he just sleeps and sleeps and doesn’t say anything, his closed eyes can speak by themselves about the pain he feels though…
Month: March 2009
So I was trying to find out what is mundane in photography. It seems to be another very used word except “bokeh”, and as well I seem to be that last uneducated freak who doesn’t really know what is that all about.
I already found out, what is bokeh, and with that came up that most of the amateur photographers actually confuse bokeh for blur; maybe because it sounds cool, to have a great bokeh in the capture… So bokeh, the out-of-focus light things in the capture, with many things around it (like shape of it, number of blades in the used lens, the filling of the bokeh, border of the bokeh, many, many quite unimportant things when it comes to really great photography), bokeh is finally clear to me.
But, what is mundane? I reckon something about everyday details of life, yet I’m not sure, as it seems again that many people just take that cool sounding word and place it with pictures which doesn’t have much in common with the actual “mundane” thing…
Confronting uncle Google, I am finding definitions of mundane:
So, tell me, what is mundane photography? How do I capture mundane detail? Can I even capture mundane detail, when I believe there’s something more behind everything?
I believe my sweet daughter might be thinking that; more, maybe she still believes she can fly. Just find the wings, the darned wings, where they are? The birds can fly, why shouldn’t she?
“Humans cannot fly, we do not have wings.”
We do, but only our imagination can make them spread wide open and carry us far, far away, to the worlds unseen, untouched, unknown. The faith, it can be enough for us to fly.
And they say, “Why did you marry him?”, so what I should reply to those curious people? And are they even curious, or just asking to state a fact, “We don’t like him.”
I am so sure you all do not, so what, do I really care? The world is so silly, not the world, the people, these terrible creatures of God. So what, do I care? Not at all, cut me some slack. Did you marry him to talk bad behind my back? Backbiting, that’s how is it called, and that word sounds so true suddenly, feeling like small vicious demons jumping around with sharp teeth tearing our skin apart. Teeth, so sharp and poisonous, as the minds of the celebrated humans of my civilization; “The only free and true society,” they say; and they hold their fingers crossed hidden in the dark, blending into the shadows, whispering, “It is a lie, it is a lie!”
I know, it is; I see behind that heavy curtain of lies, but that curtain was knit for so long, and so tight; that you may be called mad if you try to see behind; and I know sometimes you try to lift the heavy beaded corner and see, “Is there any light behind?”
There isn’t any light behind, but once you see through, you know; people are not gray, and world is not just shades of black and white. They told you that and they taught you that, but when you see, your eyes wide open; not gray, but colours. But who can really see? Mad people, mad people, that’s how they call them. But who is really sane, in this society?