The views from the lift are magnificent and magictal to me (because I saw these moments from the ground).
I have received some great comments on "foxgrrl's photography" from others/friends whom I've shown your earlier collage posted here. BTW, would it be alright if I link in my livejournal to your photo collages of BM, just any public ones? No worries if you say no though for any tech or pers reason. Just a thought.
Hope your day is a good one. Will send you an email later today after I get some work done. ( :
Go ahead and link. Also the high-up photos where taken from that 30-40 ft tall tower over near 2:00 and Esplanade. I have some photos of the tower, and my feet hanging off it, which I can post later.
I spent perhaps two hours sitting on the playa next to that mailbox. It is hard to see in the photo, but the post that the mailbox rests upon is covered with writing:
How many hours a day do you spend in front of a television screen? A computer screen? Behind an automobile windscreen? All three screens combined? What are you being screened from? How much of your life comes at you through a screen, vicariously?
Is watching things as exciting as doing things? Do you have enough time to do all the things that you want to? Do you have enough energy to? Why? And how many hours a day do you sleep? How are you affected by standardized time, designed solely to synchronize your movements with those of millions of other people? How long do you ever go without knowing what time it is? Who or what controls your minutes and hours? The minutes and hours that add up to your life? Are you saving time? Saving it up for what?
Can you put a value on a beautiful day, when the birds are singing and people are walking around together? How many dollars an hour does it take to pay you to stay inside and sell things or file papers? What can you get later that will make up for this day of your life?
How are you affected by being in crowds, by being surrounded by anonymous masses? Do you find yourself blocking your emotional responses to other human beings? And who prepares your meals? Do you ever eat by yourself? Do you ever eat standing up? How much do you know about what you eat and where it comes from? How much do you trust it?
In the modern world, control is exerted over us automatically by the spaces we live and move in. We go through certain rituals in our lives—work, "leisure," consumption, submission—because the world we live in is designed for these alone. We all know malls are for shopping, offices are for working, ironically-named "living" rooms are for watching television, and schools are for obeying teachers. All the spaces we travel in have pre-set meanings, and all it takes to keep us going through the same motions is to keep us moving along the same paths. It's hard to find anything to do in Walmart but look at and purchase merchandise; and, accustomed to doing this as we are, it's hard to conceive that there could be anything else we could do there anyway—not to mention that doing anything but shopping there is pretty much illegal, when you think about it. There are fewer and fewer free, undeveloped spaces left in the world where we can let our bodies and minds run free. Almost every place you can go belongs to some person or group which has already designated a meaning and proscribed use for it: private estate, shopping district, superhighway, classroom, national park. And our very predictable routes through the world rarely take us near the free areas that do remain. These spaces, where thought and pleasure can be free in every sense, are being replaced with carefully controlled environments like Disneyland—places in which our desires are prefabricated and sold back to us at our financial and emotional expense. Giving our own meaning to the world and creating our own ways to play and act in it are fundamental parts of human life; today, when we are never in spaces that encourage this, it should be no surprise that so many of us feel desperate and unfulfilled. But because the world has so little free space left in it, and the circuitry of our everyday lives never takes us there, we're forced to go to places like Disneyland for any semblance of play and excitement at all. Thus the real adventure our hearts crave has been largely replaced by fake adventure, and the thrill of creation by the drill of spectatorship.
Was this you? If so, I have about five photos, more or less like that one, that I'll send you. (In Nikon Raw format, which I think you should be able to handle if you have a D50/D200)
(I should really just upload all of my photos somewhere, but I haven't had the time lately. I still have a zillion more from Burning Man to post.)
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I have received some great comments on "foxgrrl's photography" from others/friends whom I've shown your earlier collage posted here. BTW, would it be alright if I link in my livejournal to your photo collages of BM, just any public ones? No worries if you say no though for any tech or pers reason. Just a thought.
Hope your day is a good one. Will send you an email later today after I get some work done. ( :
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Re: BurningMan Shots!
If so, I have about five photos, more or less like that one, that I'll send you. (In Nikon Raw format, which I think you should be able to handle if you have a D50/D200)
(I should really just upload all of my photos somewhere, but I haven't had the time lately. I still have a zillion more from Burning Man to post.)