Monday, February 13, 2006

Muted sky

First thing every Friday morning, I allow nurses to stick a largeish needle into my arm so they can suck some plasma out of me and use it for folks who need it more than I do.

As I am very much a creature of habit, I look forward to Fridays. I find the people who work there to be extremely kind and giving. I find the other donors to be inspirational. It's an ideal way to start the last working day of the week. I'd like to think that hanging around there for a couple of hours every week makes me a slightly happier person. And if it doesn't, then at least I'm trying.

This week, as I headed into the parking lot waiting for my ride back to the office - alas, no biking until the snow melts - I couldn't ignore the melancholy sky. Although the sun was out, it was a sun unlike any other. It was a mere smudge. It had no energy, no verve. It reminded me more of a Monday morning than anything else.

The sun's position relative to me put it immediately beside a couple of smokestacks that looked like they had been plucked from some post-industrial nightmare. I liked the composition, so I reached into my bag and grabbed the camera.

It isn't that it's a world-beating action shot. But every picture says something to the person who views it - and often different things to different viewers. Whatever this one is saying, it whispers it in muted tones.

Your turn: What is this image saying to you?

17 comments:

Jenna said...

thanks for the kind words

Janet said...

Carmi, sometimes I think just "knowing" you helps me feel like a better person.:)

Rachel - Wicked Ink said...

It tells me that regardless of what we do to damage our universe, the sun will overpower it...

Courtney said...

It's the visual image for Ani DiFranco's song, Trickle Down.

vanx said...

Well, the image is hooked to what you wrote, so I think of why someone would need donated plasma. Environmental toxins come to mind. They might have anyway.

KaraMia said...

makes me think of this line from a song...dont know the title..."black hole sun, wont you come..." ha, might even be the wrong words, but it can't be held against me since i'm at work in protest and on every cold medicine imaginable...

mommyof4 said...

Help!The sun is covered by the smog. It says to me; help.

Lisa said...

Good for you for giving blood so often! I wish I could, but an not able to. I have been on the receiving end though, so let me say "THANK YOU" heh heh..

This is a great shot. For some reason I see it as dreary and sad... Almost cold, emotionless and intimidating. However, that might just be me imposing my own mood on it.

Wendy said...

First time commenter!

The cover of my highschool copy of Dickens' Hard Times came immediately to mind. Likely because I am currently enjoying the BBC production of Bleak House!

Minerva said...

An image of optimism ultimately - that despite the 'crap' that life throws at you, the sunshine will get through...

Or maybe that is just wishful thinking?

I love your pictures...

Minerva

Plain Jane said...

Poison comes to mind.

Ironic that your post references the life's blood.

Every Friday?

atpanda said...

Good on you for doing such a great, selfless thing! I often wish I had the guts to donate plasma. I pass out giving regular blood, but I'm O-, so I feel like I have to do it. And w/out fail I end up w/ my feet up in the air wondering what happened after everything got dark.
Michele sent me today.

Zinnia Cyclamen said...

It is whispering to me 'stop killing the planet'

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

Love this photo...Well, I love ALL your photo's Carmi...It is very evocative...it is mysterious too...like otherworldly...
How wonderful that you give plasma every week...do you ever think about all the people you have helped and what their stories are? It wouldbe so interesting to know or at lesst imagine...I've always felt that this kind of exchange makes you have a special connection to all these people and they to you, too.

The Mistress of the Dark said...

It tells me there are some people working. So many smoke stacks like that look like two towers in the sky...because the plants have moved to places with cheaper labor.

abetterjulie said...

It is the dying gasp of industrialism. I hope.

Killired said...

love the pix... here from michele's.

the pix has character... but I'm not sure what it is saying to me... I can't hear it as my children are running around like hooligan's right now... maybe i will come back later and listen!