THROUGH AND THROUGH and THROUGH

THE YAAN: Been thinking about the photo theme of the week and the post from WORDPRESS about things being seen through a frame.

Through. Often framing your photo’s composition through something else is the best thing you could do to it. It gives the viewer even more context into what your eye saw in that moment in time. Sometimes it modifies the entire tone or meaning of the photo.

I haven’t come across the Photo I want to use as yet but I am looking through my albums to see what strikes me. Today, I was thinking about the things that people, places and things go through. Like the video above.  The things we come through and survive. I have done much of that through that most useful frame of 24 hours – one day. Life wrapped up in a series of days. I spoke to one of my grandchildren as well – about life as seen through her eyes. Last week a car rammed into the back of theirs and she spoke of shock and fear and anger.  She is seven years old and was checking the spam to see where my missing emails had gone to. She found them too and added emoticons to the one she was sending to me. She lives way out in the Bush on a farm. Her eyes see through country life and through the 21st Century eyes of the Internet at the same time. Wonderful thing, the internet. We can see and hear Life through many other people’s eyes and ears.  When I first went to teach in a small school in the Bush, in 1970, we had to turn to slates at times when paper was low or the roads closed by snow, had primitive duplication resources and only minimal access to books. Nowadays, even when the car has been written off in a crash and the children are restricted to the farm, even with shonky internet access – they DO have some connection with a wider world. We can communicate. Their studies can be extended online. They can ‘chat’ with children from anywhere in the world. At the same time, the sheep and pigs and poultry are just outside their doors and the vegies are a growing. 

He knows the water best who has waded through it.  Danish.

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Sitting on a Bench Unframed.

photobloggers

One thing I think I shall do is to wait a little longer and then check the Photo Challengers later in the week. I have just stumbled across some that I haven’t met before and I like their work as well as a couple of standout pics from some Bloggers I am already familiar with.

http://implicado.wordpress.com/2012/03/23/weekly-photo-challenge-through/

http://seeloveremember.wordpress.com/2012/03/25/weekly-photo-challenge-through/

http://mikehardisty.wordpress.com/2012/03/23/weekly-photo-challenge-through/

http://alicethroughthemacrolens.wordpress.com/2012/03/23/weekly-photo-challenge-through/

http://ceceliafutch.wordpress.com/2012/03/25/weekly-photo-challenge-through/

http://annefreemanimages.wordpress.com/2012/03/25/weekly-photo-challenge-through/

http://windagainstcurrent.com/2012/03/23/weekly-photo-challenge-through/

http://ahecticlife.wordpress.com/2012/03/23/weekly-photo-challenge-through/

http://jinancitydailyphoto.wordpress.com/2012/03/24/weekly-photo-challenge-through/

http://kardzbykris.wordpress.com/2012/03/21/the-first-day-of-spring/

http://robertjhorton.wordpress.com/2012/03/23/weekly-photo-challenge-through/

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MONDAY MORNING: THROUGH OTHER EYES.

LOOKING THROUGH THE EYES OF HEROIN.

tony lynneTHE YAAN : I had a disturbing dream the night before last night. Rare for me. One of this nature is so rare that I don’t recall having had one in 24 years. It was about injecting heroin. It disturbed me and got me out of bed before sunrise and watching for the dawn. Times like that, grabbing onto beauty is one salvation for me.

This morning is a different matter. I slept well and deeply and woke undisturbed by visions past. Its raining and the lawns are mown. the paddock slashed. The kookaburra is swooping for worms. A touch of Autumn is with us.

This is my 25th year  away from heroin. I spent years looking through those eyes.  I saw many things in those years that other people never see. The thing is – I missed more than I saw. I lay in a world distorted chemically and missed out on seeing the world through the eyes I use now.

I prefer to look through  my own eyes.