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Haunting. A Jung symbol of our collective unconscious. The cropped photo reduces the twisted dreamy "ceiling" similar to a previous photo.net presentation a few weeks ago. Leave it uncropped! It needs no more cropping to increase the graphic impact. Comment from San Francisco where it is 60 degrees! One of my favorites!

Some images do not require all of the intellectualism and technical focus given to it. This is one of those exquisite images of simplicity which really reach a "family of man" type of status.

 

Words cannot re-phrase the experience here. As I recall from the 1960s: "May the baby Jesus open your eyes; and shut your mouth."

 

Surely this image is one of the best of the year, making me speechless.

 

Excellent!

 

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Incomplete. This photograph could only serve well in a series of photographs which complete the "what, where, why?"

It has serious flaws: the cropped right arm/hand; the fingers displayed crooked like a claw, her head positioned to view nothing (perhaps her navel?).

Her nose ring is anti-beauty; and in contrast to a romantic soft background.

This photographer shot closely to emphasis what?

At this level, beginner, it is a "C+" average photo which only achieves slight intimacy. There are no strong lines in it, shadows, symbols, and cropping is faulty.

Had the photographer simply instructed this maiden to sit down on the floor and look at her twisted feet, we would have then had a "circle of completeness". We could have emphasised with her concentration or pain. We could have had a chance to remember when we were in her place. Her view, instead, leads off into 'close-by infinity' and the boring floor. Maybe she is preparing to pick a crawly bug from the floor using her hooked right hand. Maybe this. Maybe that: Incompleteness!

Love it!

 

I disagree with any need for a sharp tree. This image is not about "tree-ness" but rather about the swirling romantic power vision of the photographer. This image struck me to be a symbol of the unconscious. It is similar to the fascination we had as children when we put our hands into a moving stream to wonder at the swirls created thereby. It immediately opened my eyes to wonder!