The Samsung Limited
by ubique

Comment by streetpigeon:
Wonderful image. How was this so under-appreciated? Reminds me of an early van Gogh.

Ruby Tuesday
by ubique

Comment by tnun:
go ahead. just sit there. every 6 months or so something huge and astonishing will come along.

Ruby Tuesday
by ubique

Comment by posthumous:
great energetic composition. I don't even mind the vignette!

Ruby Tuesday
by ubique

Comment by mariuca:
enter a bass voice with confident composure and a touch of elegance

this must be the place
by ubique

Comment by jmritz:
this is the place

this must be the place
by ubique

Comment by tnun:
how do you do it? that's a comment, not a question.

It ain't me, babe
by ubique

Comment by daisydavid:
Your essay is like one of your good DPC comments. A contiguous stream of enlightened gems left on our trail for us to discover. I can imagine you skipping along in your budgie smugglers daintily picking out each morsel of a photograph from a basket and dropping it while uttering a pearl of wisdom as it falls into place on the ground. We are children gleefully scrambling along behind picking up these treasures and creating our own stories from them. If it were a stage show I would haveDame Edna Everage (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wpSDNj5HaU) play your part. An essay of unique ubique beauty.

Message edited by author 2017-11-17 02:09:17.

It ain't me, babe
by ubique

Comment by 2mccs:
If this is feeble as you suggested on an earlier post I don̢۪t want to see anything more. I couldn̢۪t take it. Every image hits me with a powerful feeling and the images just keep coming. I don̢۪t even know why some images do this. Technically I think maybe it is the light and shadows being in the right place but of course it is much more than that. I really do puzzle over this question: Why do some photographs touch us so deeply? The answer seems to float around in an area that is too unconscious to put my finger on. I̢۪m grateful to you for making me ponder this question.

It ain't me, babe
by ubique

Comment by mariuca:
I watched it 6 times so far; it's easy to get lost in it.

Making it hard to decide what this essay is about. Is there maybe some subtle profundity that you're overlooking?
Neither alternative.

It's full moon. Shadows flicker on the walls in front of you. Are you half awake? Some memories flutter around your head. Somewhere inside it fragments of images try to find a way out. Some of these images make me shiver: the bottle sliding in eternity form the table, a speeding car, the stop sign ignored, Little Prince's baobab, so many empty chairs, that black smoke and the continuous gurgle of that girl...
From here I fall unto myself and continue with my own weaving.

It's an unaffected, genuine song. I do understand why you thought of this essay as been "feeble" though. I would have thought the same if it were mine. We do have high hopes. Instead of punching people in the chest we get lost in our insomnias!

Enough of this chit chat. On a practical level, the cover of this essay is somehow misleading - or is it not? A beehive? Perhaps the tracks are erased.
The first image is way too literal The one with the boy lost in the grass seems not to fit the general feel.

To quote you: thank you, Paul!

It ain't me, babe
by ubique

Comment by posthumous:

Originally posted by ubique: I'm making it hard to figure out what to say, I know. Making it hard to decide what this essay is about. Is there maybe some subtle profundity that you're overlooking? Nope. It's not really about anything at all. It's just a shallow dip into a bucket full of random photographs. To celebrate what photographs are when both photography and subjective coherence are excluded.

as someone who reads and tries to make poetry books, this isn't such a bad thing... a herd of cats, but also something that allows meaning to be added to it.