My New Yorker: "Shoes"

My New Yorker: "Shoes"
Cover Art By David Hockney

Sunday, September 11, 2011

My Heuristic Photographs

The Mist
This photo is of a beautiful, misting fountain on a late afternoon. The water is calm and smooth like the surface of a mirror. The sun is able to creep through the branches of the willow tree and shine it's soft rays on the clear water. The clouds are disappearing reveiling the bright blue sky behind them. This represents a sense of calmness for me.

The Park
This photo is of a quiet spot in a park I found not too long ago. The willow trees blow gently in the cool afternoon breeze as the light mist of the fountain wets the tips of your clothes. The gravel path crunches underfoot as the green grass glows slightly with the fresh coating of dew.
The Tower
This is a photo of the bell stepple at Hawkin's Hall. The mighty granite tower streches towards the peaks of the sky, determined to see the last glimpse of sunlight of the day. It's stone facade proudly deflecting the abuse of the elements to come in the cold months ahead. In it's shadow sits a few pieces of art to color the green expance of grass surrounding it's base.
The Morning Star
In this photo the freshly risen sun slowly creeps it's way over the tall buildings it shines down upon. It's glorious rays burning off the morning fog and dew that coats everything it touches. The trees lay motionless and glass on the dining room walls reflect it's glow in the form of colorful rainbows.
The Window
This photo is of a single hand trying deperately to (in my eyes) connect with the outside world. The sun is setting on this lonely soul as he stares with a longing to reach out beyond it's glass imprisonment. The streets maybe empty, but so is it's future alone.
The Tunnel Hall
This is a photo of one of the many underground tunnels that snake under the school dorms. They're long, narrow passageways have a feeling of dread and loneness for me. The walls have a way of seeming to close in around you. They put me on edge, make the hair stand up on my neck, and my teeth clench with anticipation. The sole exit light at the end my only source of comfort knowing that with each step my journey in this pit is almost complete. 

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