Gemma's ~~~ "Greyscale Territory" ~~~~~~~ Poetic Songlines: Inversion

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Inversion

Image by Iquanyin Moon - Click on the image to go to Flickr photo stream
One Shoot Sunday picture prompt
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Gritty sand footprints
Inverted to
Dummy
Burial mounds become
Intimidating ancestors
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One Shoot Sunday is hosted by Dustus @ One Stop Poetry

11 comments:

Vinay Leo R. said...: gosh.. Gemma, that's a beautiful photograph.. inverted footprints..

good one shoot.. burial mound of footprints? or the mound in shape of footprints?; January 30, 2011 at 11:59 PM
Anonymous said...: nice! i like it.; January 31, 2011 at 12:02 AM
Brian Miller said...: dummy kinda jumps out there...burial mounds...what an interesting take o n the pic...; January 31, 2011 at 12:02 AM
Claudia said...: you refer well to the footprints, being upside down here; January 31, 2011 at 12:44 AM
dustus said...: To associate the raised footprints with burial mounds is brilliant IMO. Great challenge response!; January 31, 2011 at 12:52 AM
Jerry said...: burial mounds...I like it.; January 31, 2011 at 1:48 AM
Anonymous said...: ah! bringing the sacred into the mundane in a moment...beautiful piece...thanks for sharing

Namaste; January 31, 2011 at 2:20 AM
batsick said...: Love it Here’s mine. http://thelunaticsdiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/searing-eternity.html If you have a twitter, follow me (my username is MsMatsui)!; January 31, 2011 at 3:15 AM
Reflections said...: Interesting... like the burial mounds... nicely done.; January 31, 2011 at 3:16 AM
Anonymous said...: Great take on fossilised feet! Nice one ;); January 31, 2011 at 3:40 AM
Kavita said...: And this, I believe, is absolutely terrific imagery!! Seeing impressions as mounds is quite something!!
Gosh... I soooo liked your version of this one, my friend!!
Really amazing!; February 1, 2011 at 7:05 PM

Archive of Blog Quotes

A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman