fragments the haunted heavens
but life blossoms on
In a recent mid-winter apartment purge I uncovered a set of 35 mm slides from some mist-enshrouded past era of my life. These photographic images enchant me, as they must have done many moons ago when I originally captured them on slide film.
Not owning a slide projector I scanned them into digital form and looked at them on my laptop. The images were visual poetry to me and words began to form around each one…
This post is the fourth of a series in which I will share these uncovered visual treasures paired with writings evoked by each slide.
I am also fascinated by the journey of the process these images have gone through over a long period of time. Originally an unknown photographer created an image using a film camera, manipulating and printing it using chemicals in a darkroom. The image was then purchased, photographed a second time and printed in a book where I found it and transformed it into slide film…a photograph of a photograph of a photograph. Using technology that was barely there when I made the slides, I scan the image, another form of photographic reproduction, adding a fourth layer to the process. Perhaps posting the image on WP could be considered a fifth stratum?
No doubt the images have deteriorated in quality as they have traveled through time but I accept this as an intrinsic characteristic of the process. Rather than treat the aging as a defect I prefer to see it as another face of beauty.
I have no record of the original photographers of these images. If anyone out there recognizes the photographs please let me know and I will immediately add due credit to the artist.
haiku by clinock.
8 thoughts on “Uncovered Treasure 4”
Fantastic Imagery and a wonderful mid-winter’s wish for you and yours
thanks so much Gary and I wish you the same…
The poem and the special photo go very well together, making new art. Lovely! 🙂
your words appreciated as always Ina, thank you…
love this process and what the words suggest….how does winter’s skeleton… fragment…the haunted heavens….
much much imagery to consider!
thank you my friend…
Love the way the blossom acts as the roots of the skeleton tree and sets up ambiguity…….lush against bareness. Your poem captures this too.
you are seeing true Robert and I’m happy you liked the haiku. I really hope at least one of the photographers stumbles across these posts someday so they can see people still enjoying their work…