Today I’m concerned with the notion of visual context. Yes, while the world goes to pieces, I’m worrying about context, and the lack of it. This doesn’t mean I don’t care about the rest of the world (because I do), but rather that after taking this photograph a few days ago, I came to the realization that everything around it, or external to it, only detracted from what I deemed to be unique on that lonely leaf. The environment in which this leaf existed seemed irrelevant at best, and obstructive at worst. I simply didn’t care about that environment because my eyes were so fixated on what I was seeing, that everything else was, at best, irrelevant. If nature had a standing before our courts, I would’ve considered filing scene trespassing charges against it. The leaf was visual melody, the rest was simply noise.
In just a few hours the year 2014 will come to an end, and as it is often the case during these times, we tend to pause ever so slightly in an attempt to take inventory of our lives, both personally and professionally. It is all quite unscientific, but no matter how much we try to avoid it, there’s something about these dwindling last hours of a year gone by that induces this retrospective stupor in most of us. We smile when thinking of all the things that brought happiness to our lives and perhaps shed a tear or two for the losses we had to endure. Life, after all, is an unpredictable mixture of highs and lows, joy and sorrow, hope and despair, and above all, love.
But no matter the challenges we all had to experience during 2014, the unmistakable reality of life is that it goes on, and so must we. Go on to dream, go on to travel, on to discover, on to love, and on to hope. And as they have done since time immemorial, I hope the light once shed by Soren Kierkegaard (19th Century existencialist philosopher) and Lucious Annaeus Seneca (Seneca the Elder, 55 BC) will continue to guide us all along way. See you out there.
Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced… Soren Kierkegaard
Life, if well lived, is long enough… Lucius Annaeus Seneca