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When I was walking round Ashton the other day taking photographs I went into a light trance where everything I came accross- tired mothers pushing strollers, boarded up buildings, graffiti-covered bus stops- seemed wonderfully interesting and significant and beautiful. It was as if I were seeing beneath the skin of things.
Inevitably the pictures I took didn't convey much of this (though one or two of them were OK).
You can't photograph a state of mind.
But that's what I was on about yesterday when I was saying ugliness equals beauty.
When I was walking round Ashton the other day taking photographs I went into a light trance where everything I came accross- tired mothers pushing strollers, boarded up buildings, graffiti-covered bus stops- seemed wonderfully interesting and significant and beautiful. It was as if I were seeing beneath the skin of things.
Inevitably the pictures I took didn't convey much of this (though one or two of them were OK).
You can't photograph a state of mind.
But that's what I was on about yesterday when I was saying ugliness equals beauty.
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Date: 2005-08-16 06:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-16 06:25 am (UTC)BTW thank you for drawing my attention to that poem. I somehow seem to have missed it first time round. I especially like the bit about the "familiar".
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