Lori Witzel's pictures, poems and other souvenirs and artifacts.
Lori, woman of metamorphosis and mystery--The questions are ready. Since I feel too buggish (another dratted school bug) to write stories, I wrote your questions. Shall I send? Where?You can send an address to my public email, and it will pop to my private one...
Is this polythene sheeting over a bush or other plant, lori? impressive textures and effects. a bit 'alien'!
I've looked at this a while now. Still trying to figure out why I find it creepy!
oohhh, this is nice, i like it a lot.
Tell us about this shot, Lori! It's strange and inexplicable and begs for commentary.
Hey everyone, finally getting a moment to respond...I will stop by your sites this weekend, and apologies for the sporadic commentation these days. Longish reply, so please refill your cup of whatever you're having...Marly: I feel so much more exotic now that you wrote that! ;-) Response winging to you via offline email.Charlie: Very close...read down to my reply to Larry's comment...MB: I think there may be two things that trigger an unsettling feeling. One is something about the fecundity in the image -- to quote Annie Dillard,"I don't know what it is about fecundity that so appalls. I suppose it is the teeming evidence that birth and growth, which we value, are ubiquitous and blind, that life itself is so astonishingly cheap, that nature is as careless as it is bountiful, and that with extravagance goes a crushing waste that will one day include our own cheap lives."The other is the foreboding feeling in the darkening portion of the image, and the ghostly quality in the highlight portion -- that was what attracted my eye, that liminal quality.Ed: Ain't it cool? Glad you like!Larry: Although mid-day light isn't optimal for the kinds of things I like to catch and share, I had a limited period (between brunch and life drawing) to replenish the photo heap, so I went to the main community gardens and wandered a bit -- you'll see other images soon from that time spent. There was a big clear plastic bag full of raked leaves set next to someone's garden plot. I saw the transitional light, and the way the leaves ghosted in and out depending on how tightly they were mashed against the bag, and the way condensation started the process of rot and return while part of the leaf-mass was still dry and brittle. And so, voila, scooched down to get the balance of light and dark the way I'd like, and was glad I saw it. (Thanks for asking!)
Yeah, I think it's ambiguous enough that I don't know if this is birth or rot, burgeoning or smothering.
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