Flickr Cleansing

My contact list got cut in half; one piece got classified as a junk, second as inspiring, having potential, great talent or just really professional photographers. I got really, really pissed off when I saw certain people re-uploading one and only one picture of their, which was taken with mobile and the main subject of picture was something like “My awesome and cute eyes,” “My new fingernails,” “The piece of hijab, which should be covering my head, but slipped away,” and this one picture having 5 pages of comments of “Awesome work, keep it up!”, “Great talent, superb bokeh,” and other pearls of hidden dating communication.
And yes, it took me 2 years on Flickr to realize that 98% of Middle Eastern community residing on that site uses photography as a poor excuse to pick up guys and girls. I never claimed to be a thunder bolt of thinking; and Abood always claimed I’m too nice to people and I want to please everybody (in that particular case by reciprocating when added as an contact).
My salutations to ingenuity of society where dating is still frowned upon, but pals! Do not try to include me in it, please. I’m happily married to an handsome Kuwaiti man, but it doesn’t really mean I wanna network and chit chat with all Kuwaitis on site where I want to only share some captures with my family and friends and, of course and without any doubts, look for talented photographers, unexplored artists and commonly persons, who inspire me and push me towards better photography.
I therefore beg your pardon if I deleted you in yesterday’s cleansing hurricane, but I really, really got pissed off. There’s no art in mobile shots of lipsticks and nail polishes, girls, and there’s no art in mind-numbingly repeating self-portraits of your right cheek (which is in your point of view probably more good looking) and awesome new off-road and eagle, guys. The art of photography is in seeing the world by your own eyes, capturing the fragile moments of running life, snatching the right amount of soul in your portrait, having a message behind the capture, or simply outstanding view of pretty normal things. Not a lipstick, not a heart made from 2 pages of book, and no, no, no, definitely not a self-portrait gallery. If you wanna network and date, you got Facebook.


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:

  • Everyday: Found in the ordinary course of events.
  • In science fiction and related fandoms, a mundane is a person who does not belong to a particular group, according to the members of that group; the implication is that such persons, lacking imagination, are concerned solely with the mundane: the quotidian and ordinary.
  • Earthly, ordinary objects and concerns; worldly, profane, vulgar as opposed to heavenly; ordinary; not new; tedious; repetitive and boring.
  • Mundaneness – sophistication: the quality or character of being intellectually sophisticated and worldly through cultivation or experience or disillusionment.
  • We use this word to refer to that which is modern. People sometimes refer to their “mundane life” when talking about their occupation, or their “mundane name” when introducing themselves.
  • 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?

    If only I could fly, I would spread my wings and follow those bubbles up to the sky

    If only I could fly, I would spread my wings and follow those bubbles up to the sky

    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.

    Odd, you are Odd

    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?

    Ranní ptáče … brzo chcípne

    8. srpna 2007 v 12:31

    Tak po několika dnech ve stresu je dnešek bezkonkurenčně nej, již druhou noc jsem díky své babičce vstávala ve tři hodiny ráno (po tom, co jsem se díky ní dostala na lože v jednu ráno), mimino mi celý den řve, křičí a řičí z naprosto nejasného a neobjevitelného důvodu, kdy k hysterii stačí, že se člověk hlasitěji nadechne; také mi v záchvatu vzteku zničilo brýle za šest tisíc, takže jsem navrch švorc, nejen unavená a slepá. Migréna mně dohanala brzy ráno, tak jen zbývá chuť mlátit hlavou do klávesnice a řvát při tom jak tur na pastvě, v marné touze po klidu.

    Naštěstí mně dostihla jediná dobrá zpráva, která ale od základu mění všechny dosavadní plány, a to, že můj muž dostal stipendium na univerzitu v Anglii, aby si dokončil magisterské vzdělání. Příští měsíc by tudíž měl být ve znamení příprav na stěhování se do Anglie, a moje unavená psychika křičí “konečně!” a zároveň “jéééééžiš to je ňáký rychlý najednou”… Inshallah, inshallah, inshallah to všechno konečně vyjde a obrátí se k lepšímu, protože tímhle tempem mám pocit, že dřív než poběžím na letadlo do Anglie (nebo raději autobus, v mém případě), se dostanu do péče rodinného psychiatra pana Kašparů.
    Sňatek se tedy odkládá na příští rok, než se zařídí vše okolo odjezdu, bytu a studia. O starost – na chvíli – méně. Neb teď mně čeká vypáčit z ouřadů, jak to je, když si chce češka vzít kuvajťana v Anglii.