Not only about Google

I'm sure everybody out there today is either saying, 'Guess who's birthday is today?' or 'Today Google is 14 years old!' And the majority who hears this will answer, 'Only 14 years old?'

All right you kids of the world, who of you are older and cleverer than our young Master/Miss Google today??

Anyway, like I said this post is not all about the egoistic Know-it-All-Google, but the pressure of the 'Naming' ceremony of the poor children of the Internet and their likes.

Here you go, when the world was still peeping at their faces in their respective cradles.

Street Photography

''If you can smell the street by looking at the photo, it's a street photograph” -Bruce Gilden
 

Okay, I don't even know who 'Bruce Gilden' is,  I Just took his quote because it fits.

 

Anyway, I'm not going to delve into the whole study, ethics, and position of Street Phography, it only caught my attention because of the name of a Street Photragher's book.

 

'COLLECTING SOULS'

 

And what made me(who is not that all interested in photos of any kind) take a closer look at this book, was the Book cover itself.

 

A child that you don't even know the expression of its face, because he has he's back to you, little bare shoulders poking out of his vest, venturing into a dark, forgotten, once glamorous (probably) mansion.

 

I didn't 'read' the ebook, I just scrolled through the pictures.

 

If there ever is pictures that; ''Every picture tells a story'' than its a Street Photographer's unposed for pictures.

 

Check it out here on Google Documents:
https://docs.google.com/viewer?a=v&q=cache:Q9L3DBAU-kIJ:www.85mm.ch/book/CollectingSouls.pdf+&hl=en&gl=za&pid=bl&srcid=ADGEESirNSO7QhcSXgpnvpN93mPcDJMjrqNWDn4vDsTsfwyqO_j4KQrhRVM6MNq0xvFfUs78yCXxXjlhww7IiqRcf7leyd4uKJxFoCTZMflRulQ1k2Oexb74M7vvNcdJsZ6zG3iLOQZ6&sig=AHIEtbQK-tLu0x1de1TXLc1k1qiORRfqdQ

                 Moving on >>>>>

 

See the glow ahead, or is it the happiness so bright that's behind??

My sister brought this, 'moving on' to my attention with startling clarity,
but accepting that and believing in it are two totally different things.
          
 And for you to actually do it? That’s a brand new subject for you.

She said (repeating a conversation she had with a stubborn acquaintance), “first you go to primary school, and then to middle school, high school, university, get married…it’s all moving on ‘unconditionally’, and so….” It’s one of those sentences that don’t have an apt ending. It just says, with raised eyebrows, “Get a real life and stop hanging on to fantasy pasts or ideals”

But can one really break away from those clinging fantasies?  

Truly, truly?

Under the Greenwood Tree

If you've read couple of my last posts, then you would know why I love this song of Shakespeare's.
The more of crap you see in buzzing families, this song beckons me.
I repeat it to myself, and even when I was falling in love with Plettenberg it use to ring in my head;
''Come hither, come hither,''
There's so much in it beside the charm of it, it reminds me of so many things, especially books like Baker's Hawk.
Its an open window whispering to you to leave the stuffiness of it all and go with the breezes.

Under the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither;
Here shall he see
No enemy,
But winter and rough weather.


Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleas'd with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither;
Here shall he see,
No enemy,
But Winter and rough weather.