Funny thing this, the words of my old creative writing teacher comes to mind when I think of photographs.
She once said “A picture can speak a thousand words, but you still need to use those thousand words to talk about it.”
She was of a rather senile conduct, saying one thing at a time and a thing completely contradictory at another. Something alike could be seen often in a single sentence where she perhaps thought about photographs and the first words that came to her were those of the common quote associated with pictures, and then realizing her purpose (and atleast on this occassion she did realize it!) and how the statement wouldn’t do, she added a few inconsequential words at the end quickly and harped on to the next line of her anyhow pointless lecture.
Thus, funny that, because it still stuck around, loitering the corner bend of my mind and makes itself relevant once more when a picture of some considerable beauty to my no-photography-skill-whatsover eye is shown.
This week’s photograph was this (edited, but I like this look better) NEXT store poster at the mall.
I will not launch into bringing to life the aforementioned thousand word theory, but a few words remain to yet be said.
I suppose it harkens to me yet another of Blake’s songs of innocence, Nurse’s song which runs thus
When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
‘Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come, leave off play, and let us away
Till the morning appears in the skies.’
‘No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
And we cannot go to sleep;
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,
And the hills are all cover’d with sheep.’
‘Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
And then go home to bed.’
The little ones leapèd and shoutèd and laugh’d
And all the hills echoèd.
Children, enough said.