Yesterday morning, I sat by the water and noticed patterns of reflections: thus, yesterday's image. It may not be a good image, but it shows something of what is there to be seen if we will look. Then I read a couple of comments by Robert Adams, and they seem to me to reflect something I try to show in my photographic images:
"Even if one believes . . . that the general nature of life is suffering, there are still pleasures to be enjoyed. Eating at a beautifully set table, for example. And music. And working with hand tools . . . Finding the shape in the wood." (CN--or reflected patterns in the water.)
Earlier in this blog I wrote about the problem of sentimentality. Here's what Adams wrote on that question: "We wonder if we have the right, here in our damaged landscape, to enjoy beautiful exceptions like an old tree or unpolluted skies. In order to guard against sentimentality . . . perhaps we should turn away from improbabilities.
What is the excess, however, that defines sentimentality? What is too much respect for a juniper or a cottonwood? What is the worth of evidence that allows hope?"
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