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There are a lot of explanations for every photograph. I could write a caption for this one taken in St. Peter's that has to do with smoky incense and ancient symbols. Or about the loneliness of seldom used spaces in busy places. Or the caption might be about the perseverance of faith... The robustness of life... The edge where belief trumps proof.
It doesn't matter really.
Photographs have the ability to skip their reins: to pull free of their explanations. No matter how concrete the image appears to be, its meaning is as much a belonging of the viewer as it is the artist's. This is so far less the case with painting, or play-writing, novels, or sculpting. I wonder if photographs don't have more in common with music than with the demonstrative arts? Or if what we do is common with anything except, what we do?
GEEK STUFF: Canon EOS 20D, 10/4/07, 10:52 am: Lens 17-85mm, Focal Length: 33mm, Exp 1/13@f/11, ISO 400, Metering Mode: Pattern, Exposure bias 0, Camera RAW
NOTE: You may often find in-depth descriptions of this Italian visit among the comments-section below both as I add onto them and as you prompt my memory. I'll try to restrict my thoughts exclusively to today's image here on the home page and enlarge upon them in the comments attachments to a day’s posting as the discussions unravel. Those comments begin here. To follow the thread chronologically start at October 7th.