Guest post by Frederick Manfred Simon.
November 14, 2017
Solid, liquid, gas, i.e., snow, water, clouds…and cold and wind and
rocks. That was Trinidad today. 14 November 2017. The time of year when
the elements as atmospheric forces become unruly and dispense their
“ugliness” upon the landscape and all that is about it. Most would snap
their collar up, turn their back to the chilling wind, and walk away in
search of soonest shelter; preferably
warm. I guess that’s one way to “look” at it. But it’s not nearly the
only way to look at, or rather, to “see” what is at hand. Call it
potential if you will. Perspective-potential? Yup. To be able to eek out
something relatively pleasing (hopeful) out of what appears to be
unpleasing (hopeless). What was it Andy Dufresne said, "Get busy living,
or get busy dying.” Yeah. I know. I got it, but don't get it. The
doctrine of divine, unblemished sunshine or nothing at all – still? –
reigns supreme, though I say "Sic semper tyrannis!" and go my way come
hell or high water; rain or shine(ola). By crikey! I will apply my mind
and all I’ve installed therein to what is before me to do what I have
come to do: capture the scene regardless of inclemency. That’s right:
improvise, adapt, overcome. And what I “saw” here was a teeny-tiny train
conducting its Sisyphean exercise in the midst of this primordial
landscape misshapen by unimaginable cataclysmic forces, weather
notwithstanding. So what about the train? Seems completely irrelevant,
save to provide a pedestrian perspective of how infinitely “small” man
and his machine are in sardonic comparison, and I kinda like trains too.
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Happy New Year!
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