Photos that talk to each other

 
 
Dialogue is an engaging conversational exchange.

When it comes to photography, dialogue can be perceived as a consensual interaction between two images.

Placed next to each other, each photograph opens up to meanings that weren’t there when viewed alone.

Each composition reveals the photographer’s specific sensitivity to certain content or visual elements.

Says Frederic Biver, an architect and photographer who has created this weeks photo challenge, over at the Daily Post. He has shown  some excellent examples of how to interpret this really difficult challenge. But maybe it isn’t difficult for you?

Here is my attempt. If you have these in your house,

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then there’s a good chance your family will be mentioned here.
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If you can demonstrate a dialogue between images go to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/dialogue/

Il Parco Dell’Etna

Mount Etna is one of the most active volcanoes in the world and last year, just after my visit, it became a UNESCO World Heritage Site. As recently as last month it was putting on a pyrotechnic display, closing the nearby airport at Catania. All was calm when I was there. Travelling friend and I stayed in an hotel with a distant view – if you craned your neck a little on the balcony, and ignored the buildings in the way.
We went up twice, first of all independently and we couldn’t resist a guided tour a couple of days later.
Here are some photos taken at about 2000 metres, cool and grey with mile after mile of lava from various past eruptions.


In June there were miles of empty roads, lots of stopping places for photos and an almost creepy stillness.
You quite quickly descend to sunshine and there the flora and fauna is pretty.


Etna can be seen from all over the east of Sicily and when you’re up there the views down are amazing.
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Going down.

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Towards the sea.

I enjoyed  looking back on my time on Etna, I’ll post some photos of the guided tour soon!

WHY

Tony calls it a rant but I totally agree with him, WHY, WHY, WHY? Pop over and read, let him know your thoughts.

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Here follows a rant…

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Why?

Why do we war with each other?

On a bright sunny morning why can’t we rejoice in the wonder of this world and vow to live in peace?

Why?

Human Beings have forever waged war, ever since there have been too many people to comfortably live an existence which provided all we need. When we began to travelled and saw what others had, we wanted it too, at first to share then to have exclusively. We made war for water, for access to rivers seas and oceans, for precious metals, for oil, for drugs and for slaves to do our bidding.

Our leaders taxed us compulsorily and we gave to them the means to make weapons to wage war. We still do. How much peace can you make with an aircraft carrier?

We have made war in order to dominate, to impose…

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A gathering summer evening

Since June I’ve been regularly checking on a tree when I walk the dogs. At first it had tiny green berries and by early July they looked like small green olives. Excitement mounted as they began to colour, just tinges of purple at first, but they didn’t seem to grow any bigger because of the relentless heat we had. Busyness meant I didn’t take that route for a while and then last week I jumped with joy, they were starting to ripen. I had a bag with me intending to pick blackberries but instead I picked windfalls. Have you guessed what they are yet?
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Who needs blackberries when there are damsons? Last year there were so few that they weren’t worth picking, but now they are all over the ground under the tree. I don’t think that anyone else picks them, can you believe that? They are in a public place that has a good number of walkers and yet they just fall and go to waste, except for the birds and squirrels. Perhaps because its in a city rather than the country, people don’t know what they are or what to do with them. Doesn’t anyone else like damson jam or blackberry and apple pie? Surely one of the joys of summer is going to pick blackberries? I love to get free food, and spreading damson jelly on my toast through the dark winter helps to make it tolerable.
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What do you gather? Or am I the last of a dying breed of hedgerow raiders?
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Why not go hunting in your area and see what you can find? If you’re not sure what to pick, ask an old woman like me or of course just do an image search on the internet. Foraging is the perfect way to spend a summer evening.