In a recent comment there was a deep quotation: "We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are." I discussed this today with a colleague, when pondering different ways of proceeding forward from a problematic situation. Or perhaps it is better to say that I was, sadly, mostly lecturing about this and not really listening.
But anyway, it is very much true, that whatever the subject, understanding it is a challenge because we only see ourselves. And perhaps understanding anything at all starts from understanding yourself in relation to others.
And thus, while trying to discuss this topic, I failed miserably because I was not listening.
Anyway, at the end of the day I went for a walk with my daughter, who likes swings.
(Posting title is from the poem The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson.)
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A moment of profound silence followed.
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5 comments:
Swing is just perfect, Juha. It breathes summer and being a happy kid. Wonderful.
Wow! THAT FIRST PHOTO IS STUNNING!
@Markus: I was actually trying to compose a photograph of the shadows, but then it happened that my daughter appeared in the frame. I took a dozen or so photographs, of which this one was the best.
@ken: Thanks!
Well, #1 and #2 are outstanding, but yes, #1 is not only outstanding, it's incredibly cool :)
@Andreas: Thanks!
There is a saying "luck is the residue of design", but in this case I didn't have much design, it was pure luck how the composition came together.
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