I’m so impressed with Amy’s beautiful challenge post of the architecture of Machu Picchu with the accompanying audio that I’m going to have to go in a completely different direction for my post so as not to invite comparison.
After the sublime…the ridiculous.
And the humble.
“All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall.” Pink Floyd (my very first impulse; it’s always a song)
The wailing wall, the Berlin wall, the Great Wall of China…so many iconic walls. What about the wall we put up when our privacy is threatened or when our emotions are about to bubble over, and we don’t want to seem vulnerable? Walls and boundaries, according to Steve, are useful at times, but he hopes they are all only temporary. His goal is to be open, always. (You can probably guess he’s a pretty confident person. Me? I like to have somewhere safe to hide.) Fences and walls in poetry: Robert Frost “Mending Wall” (‘Something there is that doesn’t love a wall’ – yeah, like Steve) and D. H. Lawrence “Snake” (the snake comes out of an earth-wall into his water trough and…well, read the poem. It’s good.) My wall of photos, or my photos of Wall:
Whew! So many walls…gotta go out and walk in open space now. It’s almost Spring – I may even leave my parka behind!
I notice something about my architecture preferences. I don’t have very many shots of modern, abstract, minimalist architecture. I prefer old buildings, old styles which mirror nature in their profusion of contrasting textures, lines and patterns. I suppose I find the clean and “techie” look sterile and scientific. It’s just not me. I’m not Danish modern. I’m Victorian, more likely, all gingerbread and painted lady. My mother would shake her head, “Just more difficult to dust.” Who dusts, anyway? 😉
(go ahead and click on these for a bigger view)