“Standing Alone, My Sense Reel”
“Standing alone, my senses reel
Fatal attraction that’s holding me fast
Now, can’t escape this irresistible grasp
Can’t keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue-tied and twisted; just an earth-bound misfit, I”
– Pink Floyd
I really struggled with the title for this image. It’s as overwhelming to me now, when I’m editing and posting the image, as it was the day I made it. The image was made as I entered a very familiar stand of poplars. Once more, an area I have hiked through immeasurable times over the past few years. Yet today, ah today, the colour danced and wove together in a profusion that literally made my senses reel. My deepest hope was that I could capture even some small semblance of this vision. Layers upon layers of fiery colours fill my vision, leaving me breathless as I scan up and down this kaleidoscope of brilliance.
The lyrics to Pink Floyd’s “Learning to Fly” came to my mind as I considered the image, yet the words fall short of conveying this sensory overload. It’s surreal and otherworldly and I find myself somewhat disturbed by it.
In this single image, I see a glint of what I hope to achieve through these abstractions: a very slight disturbance, which forces the viewer to consider there may be more to the image. Something which causes you to dig deeper into what you are seeing and extracting some of the moment, the energy, the reality, and expanding your vision beyond what a still image can hope to achieve. The detail is there, but the movement brings forth so much more. By seeing more, we are all, learning to fly.
Tamron SP AF 90mm f/2.8 Di Macro 1:1 (272ENII)@90mm
1/4 sec, f/32.0, ISO 100