Skip to comments.The Question of Longing
Posted on 10/31/2011 7:39:01 PM PDT by Revolting cat!
I am putting together a photo album. One consisting of my own photographs taken by the DSLR camera I own. I've already created one album, paying ~ $42 for a book of 26 pages (13 sheets) of my color photographs. Expensive, but worth it. (The service, which I selected after thorough online investigation, was Adoramapix. I am not associated with them, and seeing the results I do recommend them, but if you know of a service that is less costly and as good, please do let us know.)
The theme and title of my second photo album is to be The Book of Longing, and it is intended as a gift for my loved one, who resides far, far away, and requires some measures of persuasion. The question I have for you is what the heck is "longing", and how to express it visually? (I fully expect cynical and ugly responses, bad jokes, contempt and feeble attempts at sarcasm. Go fracking ahead!) I've found that the 19th century Romantics considered blue flowers as symbols of longing. Well, good luck finding blue flowers with wide petals in your local flower shops or on front yards of suburban houses. I plan to visit a botanical garden in a day or two to see what I can see, but what else is there? Empty avenues? Lonely palm trees? I think that the photos should not have people in them, though on I've already chosen does show the back of a small boy facing the vast waters of an ocean. By the way, I live on one of the coasts of our glorious 57 states.
Just me, lol, good luck with your album.
That’s thinking out of the box, thanks, I will incorporate it.
I’m hoping that the subject of your longing is impressed.
Hydrangeas are blue sometimes.
Lone mourning dove.
A candle just blown out with the smoke showing.
“Go fracking ahead”
I am not at all versed in this method of extracting oil.
snap out of it.
Thanks. Nightingales are also said to symbolize longing. Try to find them. As I said, the photos must be all mine!
I woulda if I coulda!
who the hell is in control of you? man up.
Is it ravens that mate for life, too?
You’re right, but I haven’t been able to do it for a while.
There is something about women.
Even somebody as accomplished and independent in all ways as Johnny Depp admits it. (I’m no fan of Hollyweird stars.)
it’s hormones, period, end of story. it has no basis in reason. hormones have their place. so does reason. get a grip.
“yearning for something or someone who is missing”
On the part of those who believe in soul mates and haven’t successfully settled or found one yet.
It’s having a functioning heart, but not a heart that sings.
Tolerable and even nice at times... but never really whole.
I am a girl.
[but not a heart that sings.]
What you wrote is lovely. I am a ‘girl’ too, lol.
Ultimately, you're going to have to say it with words anyway. So while I encourage you to pursue your artistic creative endeavors, if you think a longing-themed photo album is going to suffice in persuading your muse, then you are delusional.
Pick up the phone, spend the dime, persuade with words. Save the beautiful photo album for damage control for after you inevitably do something really stupid to screw up the relationship. In fact, prepare many beautiful photo albums for this eventuality -- you will need them all.
[its hormones, period, end of story.]
Gads, you must be a man.
Have you never felt a longing to go back in time to a certain place, a certain time or a certain event - to be able to experience it over again? Longing doesn’t HAVE to be about a person.
I love your post! Having lost my father last December, I’ve experienced a busload of longing for what will not be again on this earth. And my poor mom, seeing her grief tugs at my heartstrings.
Perhaps a small free-form heart, made of tiny strings with one loose on the side as an accent to your photos.
Also, I encourage you to think outside of the visual. The scent of my dad’s cologne is a powerful trigger for me of so many memories of him. A scent card perhaps sealed in pretty little envelope that can be opened?
Also, most any garden center (the nicer ones) carry blue hydrangeas as gift plants year round. I’d also suggest the blue flowers of lavendar or pansy plants. They can be pressed and dried when sandwiched between sheets of paper in a heavy book. It takes around two weeks.
My best wishes to you on your very creative project!
I was at the Botanical Garden in Copenhagen Denmark in my youth and they had a pond with swans. There was one swan by itself and another area of the pond had a pair of swans. And old man was sitting there and he said that those swans didn’t mate for life. He said the male swan had left the first female for the other female and he said, “Just like people sometimes do.” It was sad.
Saudade has been described as a "vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist ... a turning towards the past or towards the future".
Different things trigger it for me: smells, impressions, sounds, sights like birds, empty fields, sunsets, & open spaces.
Sounds like a cool project.
Yeah, Swans aren’t the romantic creatures of myth and poetry.
You don’t want to see what they do to a baby goose if they catch one.
“The scent of my dads cologne is a powerful trigger for me of so many memories of him. “
My dad liked blue hydrangeas...a few days ago I was wandering around the Goodwill and found a pot with (fake) blue hydrangea in it and bought it.
Take some pictures of Forget-Me-Nots. They are blue and tiny, but look so beautiful when a bunch of them bloom. That’s if you can find them this time of year.
You are sure welcome. My latent brain just remembered you are one of the clever ones on the AI threads. (I mostly just lurk, well, er, um, for lack of cleverness). Love your posts!
Hope you have success with this.
It’s so nice to have reminders of them, isn’t it?
My dad was an artist and a sculptor, though not well-known except in our little part of the world. My basement is currently overwhelmed with his and my mother’s belongings and artwork. I can’t bring myself to go through it just yet. I try, but it’s too overwhelming right now.
Cyber hugs to you...
I lost my mother suddenly...let’s see ... it will be two years ago Jan. 4. It was bad because she was in an assisted living place near me and they found her. We had to move her belongings out quickly and three of the four of us adult children were there to do it. Of course, it was snowing like crazy. I stepped out for a cigarette and looked down at the crisp white snow and there was a laminated card. I picked it up and read it. It says: “Where there is Faith there is Love. Where there is Love there is Peace. Where there is Peace there is God. Where there is God there is no need.” I turned it over and on the back in her writing it says, “Love Nancy.”
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