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Often when I see photographs, they trigger memories or pieces of my past. Sounds. Aromas. Touches. They can do it too. Most times it's just for a few quickening seconds. It comes to me like fleeting moments of melancholia. It's here, and then just as fast it's gone. It might be a place I've visited once or twice, a book that has left an impression, positively or negatively, a vacation trip that was especially memorable or even people who have left imprints. They come rocket-like and fade fast. Gone, at least for awhile. Gas station. Fenway. Billy Budd. Glass jugs. Lost gloves. Kibler. Golf course. Bermuda. Tree forts. Red eyes. Workbench. Wooden bridge. See? They mean little to others but keep returning to me. Take for example this image. Anything come suddenly to mind? When I saw this sight in the camera, I thought immediately about Alice tumbling down through the rabbit hole. What was she thinking? What did she see? Where did she think she was going? Who would greet her when she came to rest?
Sometimes it does feel like I have about 50 things rattling around in my head.
You see, often, I'm in my own 'wonderland'.
"I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then."- Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
I understand you, I'm very often in my own wonderland. It's usually more pleasant than the world around me..
ReplyDeletei have more of a phantom tollbooth feeling when i look at this. what fun it is noodling around in your wonderful brain.
ReplyDeleteI have similar sensations, maybe most people do, I don't know.
ReplyDeleteit makes me think of a little european village...i like this photo!
ReplyDeleteDon't you ever get tired from this non-stop stimulation in the brain? It's never ever boring in your head, I'm sure.
ReplyDeleteI had a Dr Who Tardis moment when I saw this image Birdman, much bigger 'inside' than it looks from the outside!
ReplyDeleteso what does it mean 50 in your wonderland?
ReplyDeleteI thought of The Secret Garden . . .and then red poppies . . . and red shoes and Passage to India and Montagnola, Switzerland, and and and . . . but I suspect the swirling images in *your* head are moving more rapidly than mine . . .Yours seem to be careening wildly here and there. In a good way. Probably. :))
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like a Reality Distortion Field.
ReplyDeleteIt makes me think of visiting and aunt's house when I was very young.
ReplyDeleteyou do have an active mind. :)
ReplyDeleteSounds like you might be tetched with a bit of Alzheimers. :) That's what my psycho psychiatrist said to me when I told him I thought I had a problem but couldn't remember what it was.
ReplyDeleteHe asked me if some photos triggered memories. I said, "Yes. I remember shooting myself in the foot."
He said, "You're good. Run for Congress."
Good post -- we all see so differently. And many of us have hundreds of thoughts rumbling through our heads all at once. It's like walking through a field on a sunny day with all kinds of beautiful wildflowers floating around us -- hmm which do I pick?
ReplyDeleteThis one? No that one? So many to choose from. Now which one did I first pick? -- barbara
No. This doesn't happen to anyone else. You're the only one.
ReplyDeleteI love thinking like this. I thought of an approaching age, the inner courtyard of a place I visit in my dreams, going to a stadium from my youth...I am glad I'm not the only one whose brain does that.
ReplyDeleteAmazing photograph.
ReplyDeleteI love that feeling of those passing glimpses of the past...The photo certainly does inspire one to wander into it & onward...Having just lost a friend in Rick Hautala, I can't help but think about a journey beyond death...into the next place, or something like that...
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