We all know what happened to the ancient dude who attached wings to his arms with wax, only to have them melt off when he flew too close to the sun. It remains an important lesson about the importance of planning and the dangers of over-ambition. Or something like that.
I'll quietly sidestep the physics of temperature and altitude and all the other scientific explanations that render this slice of mythology about as believable as cold fusion. But when this bird flew overhead while we sat on a quiet lakefront beach, I was glad my lens was already pointing in the appropriate direction.
Oh, and when they tell you to never shoot into the sun, ignore them. Some photographic rules are made to be broken. Repeatedly.Your turn:
What words come to mind as you first see this picture (don't think it over...just write whatever words pop into your head.) Moreover, how does an image like this make you feel
(I know, it's an odd pair of questions. I'm still toying with both the logic and the emotion of photography. Thanks for humoring me.)
Freedom. That's the first thing that comes to mind. The feeling is of escaping worries and responsibilities for the half second it takes me to realize that this is just a picture, not me flying away. Is that lame? Oh well. Here from Michele's
And since my mum gave me that book to read, i'm also thinking of Simon&Garfunkle tunes.
Probably not the answer you were expecting :)
Hi Michelle sent me :)
And the first thing I think of is freedom. Serenity. The cool wind and warm sun.
I want to fly away.
What words pop into my head-"Big Sky" and thanks for asking. I love the picture. By the way, is it me, or is there something small and violet in the picture...from the camera lens or is it the sun?
Michele sent me!
Ok, a little off the beaten path, but when Nickelodian goes off at night there is a shot that shows up on the screen for about 30 minutes so all parents know that the Nick broadcast has ended for the day. This reminds me of that photo! Nice shot and thanks for leaving a link! I had already seen the CBS piece so I'm honored you dropped by!
The wild blue yonder.......freedom....soaring....
i wish i could be a duck... able to fly, walk and swim!
funny you should mention about shooting the sun... i have a few that i tried over and over... since i really couldnt look, i just kept pointing the camera and taking the shot. i might post them on my blog today too!
Michele sent me over, Carmi.
No words, Carmi. Just a feeling of freedom. The closest to a word I got was "ahhhhhh". There's also a sense of coolness, of gliding through the air but that stuff came after the frontal lobes kicked in and don't really count as first impressions.
Beauty. To stop and really look at the world and see the beauty.
ok ok... i did post my sun pictures today too... i hope you don't mind that i'm "copying" you!
I loooove shooting towards the sun. Photo rules are definitely made to be broken! And, since you asked, I thought freedom too. I'm here via Michelle's.
I immediately think of the Native American view of Great Spirit. And I cn hear the echoing caw of a crow or voice of the hawk. It takes me back to my childhood.
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The word is "soar", but it doesn't MAKE me sore, ya know? ;)
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First words? "Run away from the light!"
Soar... That was the first word that came to mind..
I could write a novel of all of things that came to mind, so I'll just say thank you again, Carmi, for sharing the beauty that you capture with your camera..
Back again, via Michele, Carmi. I have had a "lost" Monday here, trying to rest up from the heavy work I had last week. I wish I felt as light as that bird and could take off at will to wherever my nose took me.
Free...totally free to see what I wish, to go where I feel.
forgot to say Here via Michele meet and greet
What an amazing shot. I too thought freedom first. The thought of being weightless, free of all that weighs us down.
Michele sent me!
Wile blue freedom! I can't help but think that I saw this exact scene up at the Blue Ridge Parkway yesterday and my camera ran out of battery power just as I was about to shoot! Michele my belle sent me.
"How DO they do that?"
soaring - I want to be able to do that!
Freedom I have the feeling that bird is just soaring unencumbered by earthly responsibilities. Michele sent me by this tine.
Soaring - I love that word. Lightness. Warmth. It reminds me of my recent holiday by a beach, and holidays in general.
Michele sent me.
Oh, and that story about Icarus - it wasn't altogether about ambition. Icarus' father made the wings for himself and his son so they could escape from being imprisoned.
The story for me resonates with all sorts of dilemmas that come with being a parent.
Peace after Noah's flood comes to mind.
Michele sent me.
I feel calm and serentity when I look at it. It really is beautiful. As a side note, my 3 year old daughter is standing by me and she said it made her think of flying in an airplane.
It's a beautiful picture (as always!)
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I came this morning, thought 'Spirit', and left without commenting, to see how I'd feel about it later during the day.
I return, and again I think Spirit.
Lovely shot. :)
at the risk of repeating 30 other people before me...i'd have to say Freedom! That's what I thought of immediatly.
Beautiful picture Carmi...as always.
First thing that came to mind, right?
I started humming Fly Like An Eagle by Steve Miller:)
The first word that comes to mind is: quiet solitude. OK, that was two words.
Feeling? Release. As if one has been jailed, shackled, in a dark dungeon and suddenly released; soaring high with the sun warming every part of your being.
Another matter: This is the second site that has "suddenly" had three new posts, as if Blogger wouldn't let my site see the new ones over the weekend. What gives?
Nice pic !!
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