Making Sense of Photography Written by Mike Ross Children of the corn “Nothing makes any sense. Nothing means anything. You’re born, you live, you die. That’s it.” Rachel WardLike this:Like Loading... 18 thoughts on “Making Sense of Photography” This is stunningly beautiful. 🕊 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Its part of a hay bale, I was there and figured why not? LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Can I get my money back then? Interesting photo. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply No refunds but you can make it worth the price you pay. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Nothing from nothing leaves nothing…. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I find a good positive affirmation like this helps me get through the day. 😁 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Lol. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply “They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.” ― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot LikeLiked by 1 person Reply What is…something to do with Estragon’s boots? LikeLike Reply I meant to say about the same as you did. The passing of time and the meaninglessness of it all. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply It may seem meaningless but I think each of us defines what is meaningful, usually the little things. 🌷 LikeLike Reply True. But Beckett was Beckett, and I somedays agree. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Maybe he thought he was Beckett but was actually Didi (Waiting for Godot). LikeLike Reply 😊 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply So simple, yet so complicated. Lovely black and white image, Mike! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thanks Tiffany. When I was a young drunk I used to say: So simple yet so complex. Didn’t matter it we were buying bait or arranging a drug deal. I guess you had to be there. 🤪 LikeLike Reply Wonderful capture 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thanks Hammad, for some reason I found this twelve foot wall of hay interesting. 🤔 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.
I find a good positive affirmation like this helps me get through the day. 😁 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
“They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.” ― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I meant to say about the same as you did. The passing of time and the meaninglessness of it all. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
It may seem meaningless but I think each of us defines what is meaningful, usually the little things. 🌷 LikeLike Reply
Thanks Tiffany. When I was a young drunk I used to say: So simple yet so complex. Didn’t matter it we were buying bait or arranging a drug deal. I guess you had to be there. 🤪 LikeLike Reply
Thanks Hammad, for some reason I found this twelve foot wall of hay interesting. 🤔 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
This is stunningly beautiful. 🕊
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Its part of a hay bale, I was there and figured why not?
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Can I get my money back then? Interesting photo.
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No refunds but you can make it worth the price you pay.
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Nothing from nothing leaves nothing….
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I find a good positive affirmation like this helps me get through the day. 😁
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Lol.
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“They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
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What is…something to do with Estragon’s boots?
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I meant to say about the same as you did. The passing of time and the meaninglessness of it all.
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It may seem meaningless but I think each of us defines what is meaningful, usually the little things. 🌷
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True. But Beckett was Beckett, and I somedays agree.
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Maybe he thought he was Beckett but was actually Didi (Waiting for Godot).
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So simple, yet so complicated. Lovely black and white image, Mike!
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Thanks Tiffany. When I was a young drunk I used to say: So simple yet so complex. Didn’t matter it we were buying bait or arranging a drug deal. I guess you had to be there. 🤪
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Wonderful capture 🙂
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Thanks Hammad, for some reason I found this twelve foot wall of hay interesting. 🤔
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