Friday, January 16, 2009

catkin, reptition, well done

Posted by Picasa A drop of melted, frost crystal on the end of a catkin.

Repetition is part of the rhythm of life. Every Christmas we seem to take the same photographs of each other; in every season the same natural features attract us as signs of change; every day the rising and setting sun repeats it routine. I think to myself as I take a photograph, I've done this before, or somebody else surely has. And then I ask myself: does it matter? It's the seeing that counts, the registration of the event. There must be minute difference between this time and that, this angle and that angle, bigger differences sometimes, but usually some small thing to note, some flutter in the direction of evolution. Then I think of those prints by Andy Worhol, where the same image is repeated over and over again, side by side. What differences are there between the images? Or the images on a sheet of postage stamps, straight off the press? Identical except that that each occupies a different position on the sheet. And come to think of it, I am practically certain that I have posted something very similar to this thought before. To paraphrase Walt Whitman : Do I repeat myself? Very well then I repeat myself. I am large. I contain multitudes.

In the Grove a little girl rides her bike helped by her mother. Suddenly she is on her own. "Well done, Sophie," he mother's voice rings through the damp air, "Well done." And Sophie? Sophie has learnt the taste of freedom.

5 comments:

marja-leena said...

I love the reflection captured in the drop of melting frost. Your photography is getting more amd more fascinating, Joe!

I concur with your thoughts on repetition and recall you commenting on that once on my blog when I whined that I seem to be repeating myself.

Lucas said...

This is a very good combination of your photo, and your reflection on what repetition is. The bicycle rider who attains freedom is surely also part of the repetition. Excellent post!

Zhoen said...

Bicycles are freedom.

Plutarch said...

M_J Thanks for reminding me about that earlier reflection on repetition. It was there at the back of my mind, as was your thoughtful response.

L Again the connections were at least on the surface of things coincidental.

Z. Cycling, freewheeling, down a long gentle slope, an academic gown, streaming behind me, many years ago, I felt that I was flying.

apprentice said...

I know what you mean about feeling that you are about to repeat a photograph, but agree wholeheartedly about each occasion, even if it's just the next exposure, being fresh.