Image by Glenn Buttkus
Train station
teradactyls are
chained securely.
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::INSIGHT::
What we see, we have already "read" as our visual cortex filters our perceptions down through the doors of our experiences. What we read is immediately transposed perceptually to some kind of image that is compatible with our imagination. Here you will find much to read, and lots to see.
Glenn Buttkus
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1 comment:
Thanks for sharing the recent braid of daily meditations with local photography, it's always a relief knowing that somebody besides myself is out there trying to find meaning in the local infrastructural sprawl
It's funny, terodactyl, because I walk by a fire station every morning with looming lanky arrow-shaped lights that I've always mentally equated to dinosaurs, I always "see" things in the local infrastructure (and natural environment) that give me pause, and me a little less adverse towards man-made sprawl, knowing that sprawl contains hidden kernels of wisdom.....
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