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What if?

What if I could see what Monet saw? What if I could wonder and hope that for just one moment my eyes could match his? What if I could produce that color storm using a different tool, but the same palette?

I can’t.

I can, however, with my feet firmly planted on the ground gaze, for a second at the same landscape he did. While hordes of Chinese people pass through taking hundreds of pictures without barely looking at the scene, I can simply stare at the same pond and the same trees he once did.

The sad thing of being a tourist and trying to retain the memory of such a rich landscape is that the fact of being a tourist and being surrounded by other tourists is enough to wreck a good part of the experience.

Then comes the rain.

People start leaving the Garden of Monet. Great! Let the rain come. In minutes it stops and I have seconds to see, breath and hear the same landscape Monet once did. Thank you rain, thank you hydrophobic people. Here we go!

 

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Where someone`s love lies

And while walking through the village of Marken, in Holland, seeing all those beautiful green fields, small wooden houses I was drawn by a little house with fences. Some ducks roamed and a small white cross was planted on the grass.

It was a dog`s house, converted to duck coop. The cross marked the place where Dinky was once buried. My wife called me, already distant. I took the picture and walked toward her. I couldn’t stop but think of my other love, eight thousand kilometers away.

While hoping this day never comes as it came to Dinky, I hope that when it comes a small white cross will mark its place forever in a small dog house in my mind.

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About Flowers

This month my wife and I went traveling. After a couple of trips to United States, we decided it was time for us to feel the air of Europe. I must confess being very skeptical about it. Europe is particularly expensive for us Brazilians and I somehow didn’t like the idea of eleven hours in a plane and being mistreated by Parisians because I can`t speak one of the most complex languages in the world. Despite my grumpiness, we went travelling.

Our first stop was the city of Amsterdam. My wife wanted to see the tulips of Keukenhof and May is exactly the month they happen to blossom. We took the bus and went to see them. As before, I was skeptical and tagging along just to make her happy. One of my efforts this year have been running away from clichés of style, and pictures of flowers are the front page of the “Manual of Standard Photography”. Not that flowers are not beautiful, I just thought of them as meaningless as photographic expression.

Once we got there and saw it, the only thing I could think was: who the hell cares?

It is starting to get annoyingly usual being wrong about photographic themes!

Yes, flowers are cliché. A cliché that can only be seeing during five weeks a year and that is different every year. A cliché so beautiful I just could not help but take the camera and start clicking!

When she looks back

Sometime ago I could not understand people`s relationship with dogs or other animals. It all sounded a bit stupid to me. When I met my wife, about five years ago, she was mourning the loss of her dog, Brida. I saw her cry countless times and while I`d always stand on her side, I could not help but think it was a bit of an over-reaction to a dogs death. I mean, come on, it`s an animal, like a cow I`ve just eaten for lunch.

About a year and a half later we were about to marry (not that I knew it at the time) and she told me I`d have to choose between having a child and having a dog. I did not intend to have any of them. The last living thing that depended on me was a Bonsai tree, and it almost died before I gave it to an old man that lived in my building. Then he died. The idea of having a child terrified me (did I just use the past tense? I`m sorry for that, the correct tense is terrifies me to the bones). I could write so many lines about the reasons why having a child sounded like a bad idea that I`m afraid it would become an anti-bible of parenthood.

We decided for a dog, and she bought it while I was travelling, about 6.000 miles away. Tell me about smooth moves. When I got back the puppy already knew where to pee, not to cry at night and not to bark. At the time, I liked the puppy but yet lacked the slowly developing love that came with time. Day by day, I have gotten to know the puppy better. It`s stubbornness and anxiety resembled a lot my own. One day it woke up sick and I saw myself rushing to the veterinary. No f*cks were given to traffic lights that day… When, already one year old, our dog went to castration I could not work. The idea of losing it was unbearable. I only felt some peace of mind when I saw it.

One day I looked at its eyes and it became a she. I could not deny anymore that inside that little furball lived a being. She is not as sentient as we are. She lives in the present and her notion of causality is very limited. Papers were written with graphs explaining how dogs developed and adapted to human companionship. They began to express feelings and emotions. I`ve, contrariwise, decided to leave the techynerd talk and stick to the world I gazed through my eyes.

That world, for a few moments a day, limits itself into seeing, feeling and loving this little creature that seems to live exclusively for me. During that moments, I just make sure that while I look to those big brown eyes, I`m living exclusively for her.

“Chaos: When the present determines the future, but the approximate present does not approximately determine the future.”

Edward Lorenz

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Ding an sich…

…the thing in itself.

We`ve all probably watched the scene in the movie The Matrix in which a little boy bends a spoon as he looks to the protagonist and says: there is no spoon.

I am, since Friday, trying to make up my mind about a photographic challenge I heard: take ten pictures of the thing in itself.

Perfect. It`s the opposition of fine art photography, in which the photographer uses a subject to express an idea and/or an intent. It`s like a photographic strip club, where subjects are free from the viewer’s leash, free to roam with no meanings attached other than its own existence. You just frame the thing for what it is and press the shutter.

Is that a possibility?

It`s curious as prosaic themes originating from art tickles really complex discussions like this one in philosophy. I`m sure the proponent of the challenge had no clue this matter originated near 400 B.C when Plato described the “material world” (the one we live in) and the “real world” (where the perfect ideas of reality exists). According to Plato, our world is a mere reflection of the “real” world, where the perfect rational knowledge resides. Since then, the separation of the nomenoun (the thing in itself) and the phenomenon (the thing as we see it) is in dispute. It`s pretty curious once we make the simple exercise of trying to photograph (or, see, if you prefer it) something in its nomenoun state.

It`s simply not possible.

Every time we frame a subject, we are framing our subject, as we see it. Every snapshot is an opinion and there appears to be no exceptions to this rule. If we push it a bit harder (not forcing the gates into the realms of philosophy), we arrive to the conclusion that there is no subject, but only its interpretation. No strip club of naked subjects, as once we strip`em down we find out that the clothes we gave them were our only way to see them.

Framing the reflection of what they are is the only way to make them exist in our world.