—That Which Is—
A Series: London In Snow, #1
So word by word, and line by line,
The dead man touch'd me from the past,
And all at once it seem'd at last
The living soul was flash'd on mine,
And mine in this was wound, and whirl'd
About empyreal heights of thought,
And came on that which is, and caught
The deep pulsations of the world,
Æonian music measuring out
The steps of Time—the shocks of Chance—
The blows of Death. At length my trance
Was cancell'd, stricken thro' with doubt.
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, In Memoriam
For a literature student my first visit to London was a drug, nervous, wondering is it me or the chemicals at work, intensity, revelation, creativity, time expands and changes, feeling familiarity then sudden foreignness, my mother tongue but not mine…it was a revelation in the fullness of its meaning.
Walking the city and streets of Thomas Hardy, Dickens, Shakespeare, Pope, Byron, Wordsworth, Woolf, Tennyson, Rushdie, Rowling, Tolkien … I could go on …
I was truly overcome with the cultural references that my literary and popular culture education has awarded me… and I am sad to admit that the most recent and most lucid thoughts were of the Kingsmen and wondering if there may just be a spy-car-submarine speeding under the current of the Thames… I am ashamed, but honest :)
I was so overcome with kitschy, but resonant details that I was literally blasted, awash in the middle of shooting amazing street photography opportunities, landmarks and the amazing beauty of snowfall in London.
Its was the sensation of drinking from a fire hose, overwhelming and unquenchable. In my mind this memory card was going to contain the best most honest and beautiful photos of London, an apotheosis of the beauty of London and my intense focus on photography…
Now, as I sit at my computer looking at the hundreds of photos, I look, I keep looking at them, considering,
wondering what did I see in that shot, how did it make so much sense in the moment and look like this on my screen.
I actually did capture some great shots, but the number of portfolio images was far greater in my rhapsodic mood, than currently on my hard drive…and now…I have to go back to the place again…addicted, searching, looking to get that feeling again…certain if I had 48 more hours, I could get THAT shot.