tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34175158.post193059108852719599..comments2023-09-26T10:38:35.085-04:00Comments on ImageFiction: PuddledTedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07869579042505598957noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34175158.post-58996997055327835092007-07-12T22:26:00.000-04:002007-07-12T22:26:00.000-04:00(McM) "Poetry!" Yipes and GAAAASP! Given the way y...(McM) "Poetry!" Yipes and GAAAASP! Given the way your work sings, that's a wonderfully warm encouragement.<BR/><BR/>(Advman) Sometimes the song comes to me as the image emerges, and I just sing the words as I type them. This was one of those times. <BR/><BR/>(Bill) Of course a man of your technical mastery would notice what the magician was up to. I thought I'd done a good job of distracting you Tedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07869579042505598957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34175158.post-72785259459897776102007-07-12T19:51:00.000-04:002007-07-12T19:51:00.000-04:00Those lines got my attention as well. I noticed h...Those lines got my attention as well. I noticed how they're all straight and rigid and at right angles to each other - punctuation for mom's declaration peraps? But then, if you look in the puddle, suddenly they're all wavy and in disarray - interesting.<BR/><BR/>Great capture Ted.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34175158.post-36747754435024990692007-07-12T16:33:00.000-04:002007-07-12T16:33:00.000-04:00Yes, yes, I'm with everyone else. This image is im...Yes, yes, I'm with everyone else. This image is impeccable (but why did nobody mention the lines? Oh that lines!!), let's leave it at that.<BR/><BR/>No, for a change, it's the words in your own comment: "It's sad only if the sparkle never happens".<BR/><BR/>That's profound. I know so many people for whom the sparkle does not happen any more. It sure is sad.<BR/><BR/>AndreasAndreashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15992874945092411553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34175158.post-16718757923946371562007-07-12T10:08:00.000-04:002007-07-12T10:08:00.000-04:00John nailed it. Nothing more to say about the feel...John nailed it. Nothing more to say about the feeling of this shot. Sheer poetry.mcmurmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16404279104269917386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34175158.post-46014486667981107662007-07-11T22:42:00.000-04:002007-07-11T22:42:00.000-04:00(John) Whoa... you nailed the way I reacted to her...(John) Whoa... you nailed the way I reacted to her. It's uncanny how we still, even after years of leaving childhood puddle jumping behind... pass one... and feel the urge to... SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLAAAAAASH! And how we hear Mom calling from somewhere within our dendrite mix... And silently sigh... And since we cannot actually see our faces, we're unaware that for just an instant...Tedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07869579042505598957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34175158.post-78477493376827597402007-07-11T12:02:00.000-04:002007-07-11T12:02:00.000-04:00This is perfect in every way and yes the MOMENT is...This is perfect in every way and yes the MOMENT is everything...pure delight.... the spark in a child's eye is like nothing else.Debra Treanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15112373690401485883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34175158.post-638329254053945162007-07-11T05:33:00.000-04:002007-07-11T05:33:00.000-04:00This is a beautiful interplay of light and shadow....This is a beautiful interplay of light and shadow. I love the way you captured that moment of indecision on her face: listen to Mom, or listen to my desire to continue to play in the puddles? The temptation to continue to play is still there for me when I'm doing something I enjoy, and I know I have adult responsibilities to take care of. I think we all understand her dilemma.John Robertshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15041227166154592089noreply@blogger.com