Life Through The Lens – Part II – November 8 Image


Today I had an appointment down near the Hamilton Spectator building. After leaving the appointment I drove to an old industrial area not too far away and saw this broken gate and fence. 

Have a great weekend all! Thank you for your continued support of my blog!

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7 thoughts on “Life Through The Lens – Part II – November 8 Image

  1. Hey Chantale…Thank you for the wonderful words! I checked out your blogs and I find them “very” interesting. Could you send me an e-mail? I looked for a way to contact you but could not find one.

  2. What an intriguing photo! It’s both poignant and bleak. As much as I love the rail trip from New York to Montreal, and vice versa, my least favorite segment of the ride is the area of Cantic (NY to Montreal) and Rouses Point (Montreal to NY). Come to think of it, I wish I had captured this kind of image for a novella that I’m writing in which, at the beginning, the protagonist is described as being from the wrong side of the tracks and is compared to weeds sprouting along the fence that divides the U.S. and Canada, The character also is straggling other kinds of “fences,” but enough said there. You’re inspiring me to get out there, camera in hand, much more than I have been doing.

      • Craig, thank you for both replies. And I realize this will sound like the Mutual Admiration Society, but I look forward to becoming inspired again by your wonderful (wonder-filled) photography. As I travel, I hope that *my* eye or subjective perspective will bring out some kind of objective beauty. It’s moving when someone, or many people, see something in a photo that wasn’t intended to be captured. I like the subsconscious dimension(s) of photography. In a photo that I captured two springs ago without any intention of using it for a particular purpose, a Monarch butterfly (I think it was) ventured near me as I was reading a book on a park bench nearby where I reside. I was still grieving for my first cat, who had passed away from natural causes the previous autumn. Anyway, I had adopted a cat (a senior feline) since then, and I usually would take her to that park in her carrier and then let her walk around on a leash. On this afternoon, as I sat, I saw the butterfly light on the grass to my side, and it flew closer. I turned toward it slowly, not wanting to frighten it away. Next thing, as I watched it and smiled, the creature seemed to hop on air closer to me but this time on the warm pavement. Gingerly moving my hand around in my bag for my SmartPhone, I prayed the butterfly wouldn’t disappear, for I realized that I needed (not wanted) to photograph it. The butterfly crawled closer until it was five inches from my shoes! I looked at it, whispered my previous cat’s name, and it ventured closer. I snapped photos in the quickest succession possible with a digital phone. Some of the most wondrous images were of the insect fluttering its wings. When it would motion that way, I hoped my camera (or my eye, or both?) would catch the shadows of the beautiful wings. The image I selected after much deliberation wound up on the cover of A Blue Noel (you can check out the cover free of charge on my Negrotica blog — where I posted an excerpt of the novella that, I realize now, doesn’t capture the most essential meaning of the work … oh well). The point is: Unforgettable are those moments of grace or divinity at the park — or however that encounter at the park can be explained beyond human understanding. After all, the butterfly could’ve represented a departed human loved one’s spirit as much as my departed feline loved one’s spirit or as much as my long-ago departed canine loved one’s spirit. There’s so much that writers can learn from photographers, as we continue to learn from other kinds of visual artists. Since adolescence I’ve wanted to learn photography professionally but procrastinated. Only time will reveal if I can split the time and energy among developing my fiction, writing poetry (which I do only upon instantaneous inspiration or a nagging type of subconscious suggestion) and learning how to photograph scenes and inanimate and animate objects in the way that I’ve dreamed.

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