The hoodoos left behind in this amphitheater of erosion wear the costumes and masks that disguise randomness as they sing the chorus about the illusion of essence with labels of purpose so easily shifted by angle and light.
These curtains of erosion hide the absurdity behind them, for I raise my camera and point the lens at what it pretends to capture: eternal formations defining my mortal position more than the immensity of randomness.
This curse of the fixed image (and labels) and its fate as a screen made me think of this interesting observation made by Albert Camus: “In Italian museums are sometimes found little painted screens that the priest used to hold in front of the face of condemned men to hide the scaffolding.Ā The leap in all its forms, rushing into the divine or the eternal, surrendering to the illusions of the everyday or of the idea – all those screens hide the absurd.” -Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (p. 91)
Thought-provoking and poetic. Well done.
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Thank you š šš
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Something about those Bryce Canyon hoodoos that trigger such profoundness, beautiful.
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Right? So precious! ššš
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Very thought provoking. The title Immensity of Randomness pretty says it all. Well done.
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thank you š
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Was thinking it was rather existentialist and then… Camus… thanks for writing this
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Right on! ššš
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Things I did not know! Thank you for following my blog.
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Cool! And thank you! ššš
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