Discarded Hologram

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I am speechless - you never cease to amaze me with the objects you find and even better, the combination of those  elements.  

The jagged mirror or glass with the image is the icing. Delving into the dark recesses of my mind, I was reading a NY Times Best seller called "Stiff" a book where the author Mary Roach visits the good deeds of cadavers over the centuries and tells the engrossing story of our bodies when we are no longer with them.

When heads were guillotined and fell into a basket there was curious surgeon who wanted to know if there was still life in that head.

When I saw the mirror and the basket, it was the catalyst for the aforementioned account.

an alien sailing off in his sailboat

you're everywhere !!!!

Thanks for the comments.

Drew - Waiting for some new work. No pressure, no pressure..

Tony - You're too eloquent and too kind. Makes me a little queasy to think of my head in the bottom of a revolutionary basket.

Stefanie - Thanks, I think. I thought my human disguise had everyone fooled but obviously you glimpsed the slimy creature beneath.

Carlos - I'm everywhere and nowhere at all. just like a quantum particle. I exist mainly when I'm eating peanut butter.

Similar to an X-ray eye scaling up layer by layer images of our innermost being.
Fears and anxieties in being human, not being able to further confirm the meaning of existence. Your photos clears up that despite chaos  there is an order and reasoning in almost everything that defines us as human beings.

Tank you Jack.

Regards/janis lukas

hmmm, peanut butter. the cosmic glue!

... your selfies are telling unique fragmented portraits of the artist, Sensei, and ought to be sequenced in their own folder.

the photrgrapher reflecting upon himself

I actually did "see" this one as a boat picture in the thumbnail.

--Lannie

Symbolizem ~ perhaps it suggests you should clean up your act.

With that I am reminded of a song verse from the Tom Tom Club, "all my sins are at the laundurmat and when I'm clean I'm going back"

Excellent image.

Are the photos conveying a lonely feeling of isolation or is that just my own thoughts seeping out? This photo could also be about discovery or exploration but today the images give me a feeling of a stranger in a strange land. I am essentially a stranger in my own land with no one noticing me or having any interest in my point of view. Of course I'm unwilling to change course in exchange for external validation so it's all of my own doing.

When I look at your images they speak to me with perfect clarity. 

Thanks for the comments on this picture, much appreciated.

Ioannis - I guess that's what we do as photographers and indeed as people, impose our personal and societal order on what's out there. We see ourselves everywhere.

Rajat - And that's about as clearly as I see myself; dim imaginings as to whom I might be.

Lannie - I could regale you with stories of what I thought I saw. I once bought a painting believing it to be a particular scene. One day, weeks later, after it had been hanging in my bedroom I was showing it to a friend and explaining how much I liked the tropical scene when he said " what are you talking about, that's a picture of a knight on a chessboard." It was only then that I saw that he was right; it was obviously the artist's intention. I had simply "seen" it wrong and that original perception had persisted in my mind until a different view (the "correct" one) was offered.

Tony - I've been promising myself to clean up my act for years without success. Guess I'll just have to live with dirty sins.

Dennis - What a surprise to see you still standing here at Custer's Last Stand. I thought you had taken an arrow some time ago and had drifted off to the happy hunting ground, i.e. Flikr. Interesting observation on your sense of isolation in my pictures. I've now been 28 years in Japan and I still feel like an observer watching the whole thing through a plate glass window and with no real wish to join the party. I've often wondered whether this is due to me or to the nature of Japanese society, probably both, a match made in heaven. I feel more and more distant from social perambulations. Things don't make that much sense to me anymore, at least things out there. I've never been more pessimistic about the possibility of social change nor more optimistic about the possibility of changing one's own viewpoint. Carloads of shit doesn't equal one gram of real gold. I tolerate foolishness and even indulge in a bit of it myself but it gives little real spiritual nutrition, not at my age at least. But I truly enjoy the company of those who ask questions and can question the established memes (there's a word for you, "meme"), look beyond the smug pronouncements of the media and have the wherewithal to ask "why is this so?". Well, here I am preaching to the choir again so I guess in that respect nothing has changed but the numbers of my age (72 next go round). Luckily, I seem to have just enough spiritual provisions - though hardly in the traditional religious sense - to sustain me through my journey. The universe still provides me with images, inspiration and an open path ahead. You can't ask for much more than that.

Carlos - Yeah, that's another one of those tasks I haven't quite got around to yet.