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poliphiloLets try again.
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 07:54 am (UTC)But I hadn't really said what I was trying to say- probably because I wasn't really sure what it was.
Thanks for the poem. It captures the state of mind exactly.