Another day and I think multiple images are in order again. Perhaps we can say I am making up for no post yesterday, not that I owe anyone anything as a result, and not that there are that many anybodies following my photoblog to have noticed I missed a day anyway. Lets just say I am throwing the single photo rule out. If it is a one photo day, it will be a one photo blog post. If it is a multiple photo day, so be it! Today is a multiple photo day.
My recent run of photos have been more abstract and plying a theme of universe and mundane details that add up to intelligence within it. Lets go to today’s selection and I will explain what I think I am doing, though its a work in progress and don’t hold me to the stated themes:
Interestingly, this images is getting the most views on my Flickr stream right now. Perhaps its recognizable and therefore familiar? This falls in with the series I have been taking of letter and numbers found on my walks around the town of Beacon. Graphics in the wild I have called them. Almost like bird sitings in nature, I am developing a record of them. I am starting to view them as tentative signs of intelligent life attempting to put order on the chaos of its surroundings.
Fishkill creek tumbles over the falls at the site of the Roundhouse development (a renovated former mill or factory) and passes under the first of three bridges that are in town. Right below this bridge rapids dump into a deep pool creating the dramatic churning seen in this picture. I have taken lots of pictures of it and don’t tire of the subject. Its constantly changing and without geometric structure, though there is certainly a kind of order that the scene unfolds within, it is complex, beyond immediate comprehension. So it becomes a symbol of wild, chaotic, untamed nature to me. I have decided to number these photographs with a randomly generated sequence of letters and numbers, indicating that there really is not a sequential relationship other than time of photo.
This photograph is part of a series I have titled, for the moment, Game Theory. I have intentionally processed the photo so that the white lines appear to be hovering in outer space, universal space. The white specs, actually lighter grains of the asphalt material on which the lines are painted, are a bit like a random background of stars. The arrangement of lines and rectangles defines the space in which the children’s game of hopscotch is played. I am interested in this purposeful definition of space within a field (I am an architect after all). I am beginning to explore the implied meetings of the order and procedures established by the rules of the game as they interact with the defined space of the game. I am interested in this as an activity of intelligence in a chaotic and seemingly random universe.