This, here, is not in my hand. This I hear is in my head. If I take one as real and the other as talent instead, I’d question the one in my hand and answer the one in my head. Since my head is more delicate than my hand and my hand is rougher than … Continue reading Reality Surrounding The Rose
She’s not coming back. My cat chose freedom and a farmhouse. Probably making a litter of shadows, each independent from each other like floaters that cast black cats off the corner of my retina. There is a time when every cat realizes they are a cat and they begin swiping their paws at moving objects … Continue reading Cat Door 4 (Interpreting Visual Art – Photography)
Has anybody seen my cat? She may have run away under the cover of night with her ability to turn walls into doorways. She sees in black and white only, moves with grace inside gray areas and avoids round, bright, and colorful objects. She doesn't really see colors which makes her avoid the outdoors, preferring … Continue reading Cat Door 3 (Interpreting Visual Art – Photography)
My brother and I, if everything seemed big again where we grew up, beach balls kept us together and one of us had never left. For me, the strongest memories from my childhood are from photographs I saw as a young adult and envisioned as I got older. Natural scenery doesn’t change from year to … Continue reading Around the Peninsula (Interpreting Visual Art – Photography)
My cat ventured outside today for the first time. The facade of the building is more round than inside our sterile, gray apartment. She stuck out like a midwestern cookie-cutter cowboy stooped on the side of a white stucco saloon. My wise cat, with her incredible skill to walk through walls, didn’t make it very … Continue reading Cat Door 2 (Interpreting Visual Art – Photography)
Every great portrait from any period has a real look on the subject's face that reveals priceless emotions from the setting of that painting. The viewer longs to comprehend that place. Photo by saul_landell @ Instagram
We have become blood sucking fleas on the backs of malnourished animals while ironically riding bicycles through the dying forests of our neglected planet. Photograph by Augustus Cantamessa, Brief Horizon, 1955
My cat has figured out that there is a way to get around our sterile, empty apartment because there are more than just four white walls. There are shades of gray around each corner that lead to other rooms. She has learned that if you keep one eye on the nearest wall at the hallway … Continue reading Cat Door (Interpreting Visual Art – Photography)
Francis Erich McElroy 