I hope that everyone had a great Thanksgiving! I have just returned from mine and have started working on the many images that I took in my visit to New York City. The first of these is Figure 1, which shows a sunset view of Prospect Park Lake in Brooklyn, New York. This is my old stomping ground and just standing there, beside the lake, watching the sunset flooded me with many memories, mostly good. The orange hues of sunset bring on a sense of stillness and contemplation. But you realize from all the people going by that millions have tread these paths since you yourself did, perhaps a half century ago. The place possesses millions of memories. Does the multitude diminish your own? So many things change; so many things stay the same.
It is, no doubt, a cliché. But perhaps it is worth mentioning the words of Joni Mitchell’s “The Circle Game,” which is itself a vivid meme and memory of bangs and long blonde hair.
“We can’t return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game.”
The golden image of the present moment is clear and full of hope,
the reflected image is blurred and deceptive like memories are.
Thank you David,
Wiebke