celasun

Thank you both, my friends, for visiting and commenting. 

Photographically speaking, you have made me use my eyes better.  

I was thinking of starting by saying that "your image is on temporality..." and I noticed Jack's comment above. I shut up!

You are continuing to inspire.

It is no accident that you are on the brighter side of the frame.

Steve has already said what I was trying to put into words. I may just add that I have saved the image!

I enjoy this prolific period in your journey very, very much, Jack. 

Depressing. Irritating. Claustrophobic. Impossible to ignore...

Marks of a perfect photograph. 

That gentleman knows a lot about you but he prefers not to declare those at this unsuitable moment. Still, we are free to read those from his eyes.  

Thanks, Jack.

In fact, this was made with you in mind! I had even considered a longer title for it : Asphalt On Concrete, Single Copy, For Master McRitchie. It was a brief encounter with your world, for me, here. Thank you.

This is probably the very first time that I find selective color adorable... 

I agree with Carlos ;)

(Just wonder how have I missed this one for this long!) 

Jack,

You seem to be living in a (parallel?) universe that is made up of images. That's why you see images wherever you happen to look at. 

This one, sounds a like tune I want to dance to. 

Your recent images, including this autoportrait with three models, makes me feel like a member of a much larger family. With added warmth as a bonus.

How did I miss this one back then!

Apparently, the tree had been there waiting to be photographed by you.

He might well have been a proctologist in his earlier life, by the way.

No surprises here, really; everybody knows that Ra is (still) everywhere!

And, he looks awesome!

I see five frames! And I wonder if I miss any.

... and the year! Are you sure it wasn't 1916?

So personal yet anonymous... under ethereal light.

Enter photograph. Enjoy. Exit. From every corner!

I feel a sense of strength. An outplaced and unsafe one; in a chaotic, dynamic, toppled down world with its set of peaks and traps.  Irritating, somehow... Perhaps because it makes me feel helpless for a mysterious reason. 

Reminds me of Jack London's White Fang... Strangely inviting... for whatever reason.

Have a nice year, my friend.

Nice to see you, Jack!

Have a beautiful year.

I feel that "Trampled Rose" by Tom Waits may fit nicely here...

Dear Carlos,

I may be late to the party but I must still tell you how I enjoy looking at your images. 

This one pulls a troubled chord that keeps me aware of a strange need for a strong belief... And I am not sure what I am after...

I wish you a better year with your beautifully growing family!

Dear Jack,

Thank you for continuing to be here and for submitting images like this.

I've looked at this images a couple of times during the day.. and at night. Without actually trying to understand (or, categorize) it. The good thing is that I found myself looking at it just to to see it again. I should perhaps mention the upward arrow at lower left as a funnily important part of the image. My thoughts wandered... Who were the owners of the hats? Youngsters or not? Or, whether the hats belonged to the same person... Is this within a house or a public place? Was the picture drawn in a previous century... by whom... to say what...

And, I was not really interested in finding the answers. I was happy asking the questions. Really enjoying my time.

The comments were the bonus! Read them twice! Perhaps I should also re-read Cioran's book again soon; if life seems this much enjoyable something must have gone really, really wrong with my interpretative apparatus.

I hope you continue doing your magic.

Wisdom overload detected!..Wisdom overload detected!..