The Lexicon of Perception

I am neither a writer nor a photographer.

I haven’t yet figured out what I am,

I’ve been trying to figure this puzzle out for ages (as in almost before I was born),

and I still don’t have an answer to that question – Who are you?

I’m not sure that I really want to answer it as trying to figure it out is…

a certain kind of fun I enjoy as it takes me on many adventures.

So don’t expect me to fill in the blank anytime soon… I just am, for now, and probably for… ever.

However I always look forward to the writing and photography challenges on the Daily Post.

Because I write and I photograph.

And I love challenges (even when I wish I didn’t).

My language is one of words and images.

This week’s Daily Post photography challenge – Dialogue – is so wonderful I imploded and exploded at the same time.

Please check out the challenger’s own entry – Fakeormistake hosts the weekly photo challenge – it is… beyond words to describe, but not beyond images!

ps. It took me a while, I am not ashamed to admit, to figure out all the connections, the dialogues between the images, but that made the images all the more entrancing.

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I tend to think in images more often than words, because – a picture does indeed seem to be worth a thousand words – and those mental pictures often capture words in a way which makes more sense than words themselves, interpretations vary and can cause confusion, whereas images, although prone to optical illusion, are easier to navigate than words.

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Sometimes words are a part of a picture… are the picture.

That’s when the dialogue gets really and surreally interesting…

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Here’s my take on this week’s challenge.

I know what I’m saying with these images,

I speak my lingo,

my photo-dialogue language,

and I understand where I’m going with the conversation of the dialogue between the pairings of photos…

But that’s just me…

What do you think and hear and see?

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5LayersOfFun 5SecondsOfFun

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“I am the washing machine of love. And if you have no idea what I mean, maybe it’s time to let some laundry into your life.”

― Jarod Kintz

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FoodPalace FoodPalate.

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“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.” ― Virginia Woolf

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MoonBauble MoonWalk

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“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. ” ― George Carlin

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SlipperySlope SlipperyTwistInTheRoad.

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“If you don’t know where you’re going, any road’ll take you there” ― George Harrison

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SnowStorm SnowStorming.

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“The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.” ― E.E. Cummings

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Spiderman SpidermanJump.

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“…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” ― Jack Kerouac

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This is just a bit of fun…

a bit of funfair…

Is it really fun?

Is it really fair?

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CatchABall CatchAsCatCan

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That depends on the lexicon of our perception…

and the lexicon of perception of others.

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“Sometimes,” he says, sliding his arm across my shoulders, “people just want to be happy, even if it’s not real.” ― Veronica Roth

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15 thoughts on “The Lexicon of Perception

  1. it’s all about reality … a kind of dualism or contrast between the constructs we create to try to understand the world. if we see through the garish representations of death, life force, beauty, the journey through life unpredictable never knowing what’s behind the next bend of the road, the mystery and lure of the stars and moon at night, sexuality dark and mysterious … perhaps there’s love on the other side of darkness, the common denominator of what all people seek on our journey through Life … … does the carnival represent the crazy man made world we create to feel safe … to give us false security, the lie that people choose to live within? below the lie, hidden … lies the beauty and wonder in the world. we must look below the surface of our lies to discover the light within and without …. wull … it’s something like that. … the only problem is .. i had a lot of fun when the carnival came to town, when i was a kid. hmmmmm …. ks

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    1. I love that! 🙂

      Yes! What does the carnival represent?

      I was particularly struck by the ‘rules’ for the Moonwalk. We’re being offered the Moon and a chance to walk on it, however… rules apply, lots of them, human rules for a human fantasy of a human reality, which somewhere along the way strayed off the natural world’s pathh but is still running parallel to it.

      Have you ever seen the TV series – Carnivàle. It’s a wonderful mix or real and unreal and all the surreal shades in between.

      Thank you for sharing 🙂

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  2. coming to your blog is always like a treat for me….visually….yum yum, mentally, …..stretches and yes, challenges me at times..and allows my ever never curiousity to slip and slide and play with yours!!!! I ❤ that!!!! :)……….kinda like your photos speaking to each other 😉

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  3. Well I surly like your stuff, and love the carnival rides, but there certainly not what I would most like to ride on again and again like a little kid–sorry I can’t help it. And I don’t think we, especially you, should be too concerned about our talents; however, that said there our judge serpents in the Arena.

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    1. I used to love funfair rides, couldn’t get enough of them, fell in love with my partner in Disney World 😉 then we went on a ride at one of those pop-up carnivals and the guy running it let it go on longer than usual – I have not been on a ride since. That taught me about timing and how sometimes wanting more is better than getting the more which is wanted.

      This series of pics is of a local carnival run by my neighbours. I usually only see their rides in their back garden when they’re repairing them, or on their way out to a booking packed up in giant trucks. So I visited them at their work for a change, to see what it all looks like in its full glory.

      I’m actually not concerned about my talents – I used to be because others seemed to be (humans love to interfere) and I thought they knew something which I didn’t and needed to know. Things have changed. I’ve changed (listening to myself more and others less). I was just stating a fact. I’m not a photographer or a writer (according to the ‘norm’ criteria)… I’m something else, someone who writes and photographs as part of a whole 🙂

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  4. So much vibrant color in the pics from the carnival…which I love. But carnivals always feel mysterious to me. Maybe because of all the horror movies they’ve played a part in. The cat and mouse pic…my first reaction was, “Aw” because I feel for the mouse. I will move furniture to save a mouse from a cat.

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    1. I processed these pics very quickly for this post (I didn’t want to give myself too much time to think things through, I wanted it to be instinctive), and felt driven to accentuate the colour of the carnival pics – because when you go to a carnival the sights are vibrant, overwhelming the eyes with stimuli. I know these particular ‘carnies’, they’re my neighbours and very down to earth. I did some more ‘moody’ versions of the same photo series in another post – https://anupturnedsoul.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/summer-lovin-had-me-a-blast/ – I prefer black and white photos or black and white with ‘moody’ colour. I wanted to deviate from my ‘norm’. Thinking about it afterwards… I ended up reflecting my father’s artwork – he loved vibrant, almost abstract, colours. Hmmm.

      The cat and mouse (it’s a garden shrew – my cat’s one and only ‘live’ catch) pic… I wondered if it was a bit gruesome so I blurred it a bit, but I liked the juxtaposition with the carnival pic – every ‘catch’ gets a prize… but for who? For the cat maybe, not for the shrew (mouse).

      I grew up watching ‘oldies’ horror movies… 😉

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      1. Ya know, I just went back and looked at these pics and realized I didn’t “get it” the first time. Now I see what you did. I love the comparison of the tiger to yourself. At least I’m guessing that’s you. 🙂

        The pics of the moon and the spider…Love the detail. And just as a side, do you think the moon has changed over the decades? It looks more like it’s blowing smoke now. I don’t remember that when looking up at it as a kid.

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        1. I don’t remember looking at the Moon as a child. I do however recall the night sky differently from the way it appears now. As a child I was certain that there were coloured stars and you could see the colours clearly, now the stars all look whitish, with tints of red and occasionally blue but not all red or blue.

          I imagine the Moon has changed, just as the Earth has changed, and according to astronomers the Sun has changed too. I hadn’t noticed the blowing smoke thing, that is an intriguing view.

          Yes, that is me in the pic next to the tiger. The comparison between me and the tiger is actually incidental, and I only saw it after seashell mentioned it in her comment. I linked those pics because of what was in the background (which is harder to see in the pic with me). Now I can see other links between the two – the mind is a washing machine of perception 😀

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  5. Haha! I love the association of words between the tiger, you and the quote of the washing machine of love below you linen hanging…tigers are fascinating and mysterious!

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