Same place as yesterday, same wind turbines. I didn’t expect to take such images at all.
The weather forecast had predicted high-altitude fog and sunshine had seemed to be an impossible dream.
While I stood there, the fog moved quickly. One of my images turned out to be completely white, because I couldn’t decide upon the exact framing, and while I shifted the camera and finally found my composition, the fog suddenly turned dense.
Again, wind turbines are not normally seen as objects of beauty, but here the fog has taken away almost all context and I could as well have been on an alien planet.
The Song of the Day is again “Sunrise Of The Planetary Dream Collector” from the Kronos Quartet’s 1984 recording of Terry Riley’s “Cadenza on the Night Plain”. Hear it on YouTube.
Beauty is mostly a matter of convention. We tend to attribute it to things for all sorts of reasons that are not intrinsic to the attributed objects themselves. One example is the coziness of familiarity, that so often is mistaken for a sign of beauty. It is not. The strangest things can be beautiful.
Imagine being on an alien planet. Everything would be different, no context would exist, everything would have to be seen as a member of a new category, isolated, emerging from the mist of non-existence, coming upon us as a new and unfamiliar concept, a thing with no words attached to it, no associations and no history.
The Song of the Day is “Sunrise Of The Planetary Dream Collector” from the Kronos Quartet’s 1984 recording of Terry Riley’s “Cadenza on the Night Plain”. Hear it on YouTube.