Wordless Wednesday photo: 116

 

©2015 Allyson Latta

 

Each week on Wordless Wednesday, bloggers around the world post a photo they’ve taken that tells a story. I hope this one will bring to mind a memory or stimulate your imagination. Perhaps it will even inspire you to try your hand at some flash (very short) memoir or fiction, or a poem. If it does, please let me know!

 

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And check out this week’s Wordless Wednesday contributions from some of my Canadian writer-photographer friends, coast to coast:

Allison Howard

Barbara Rose Lambert

Carin Makuz (Matilda Magtree)

Cheryl Andrews

Elizabeth Yeoman (Wunderkamera)

 

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Comments

  1. Symmetry in motion! A combination of playfulness and solemnity. I love the plea jade of the first pool, the sombre grey of the second, rufflingly reflecting the brooding sky … the sense that the viewer is chilly but enchanted, a sense of “water water water everywhere…”, a sense of the regal, the dreamed up fancy of some queen…no king, there is something masculine about all this, the very regular spacing of everything, even the chairs, as if it might be a “heads-off” offence to scrape one across the stonework of the terrace if one were to sit. Perhaps the Red Queen dreamed this up? A lovely picture, no matter what, and one that certainly entertains flights of fancy! Very much do I look forward to hearing “where” and “when”.

    • Barbara, you’re astute in your comments about a sense of the regal, and of kings and queens. This was taken at Blenheim Palace in Oxfordshire, where Winston Churchill was born. There’s an excellent site devoted to it, with a short but stunning aerial video: http://www.blenheimpalace.com. You can only get a true sense of the majesty of the buildings and grounds from the air.

      My husband and I sat at the table in the photo and enjoyed — what else! — a cup of tea. It was a strange sort of day: brilliantly sunny one moment, cloudy with light rain the next — and sometimes, as here, cloudy in the distance but sunny where we were. I was trying to capture that unusual light.

  2. ps — I meant, of course, the “pale” jade. And I meant “no — a king” when mentioning the “masculinity”. I really must learn to edit before I post.

  3. carin makuz says:

    Yes, the symmetry! It’s like one of those drawings where you have to find the ‘differences’. This also begs for a closer look and so I’m playing the game, looking for what *isn’t* perfectly symmetrical. And when I find… 1) the little thing/statue that appears to be sitting on the table, 2) the chair in the foreground, and 3) the fountain spray on either side… I realize how those tiny elements add to the beauty of the shot.

    • Carin, I was very aware of those small differences when I looked at it before posting. I was hoping they wouldn’t distract from the photo. I’m still not sure they don’t! But I’m glad you like it. Most of the photos I took of that spot didn’t manage to catch that particular quality of light. And as I said in a comment above, it’s hard to convey the scope of the place, or even this one series of pond and fountains, unless you’re looking down on it.

  4. Cheryl Andrews says:

    Beautiful, Allyson … all that spendor and gentle calm seems so fragile agains the backdrop of that threatening sky!

  5. Elizabeth Yeoman says:

    The droplets of water against the dramatic sky and dark trees really make this photo, and the marvellous formality of the foreground, such a compelling contrast to the looming storm behind.

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