radu colceriu . photo blog . niagara falls
niagara falls
An indigo-coated eye pointed at him. You're in a theater. Film breaks. Motion stops. Sound stops. Silence. White screen. Your mind holds on the last scene. you can hear the silence ...and a rain of words is starting...first drops: "Marvin, get down here immediately!". Sounds resumes. Video resumes. Parents are watching the kids, kids are climbing anything while screaming at each other or at anything... "what was that? never mind, back to playing".
Niagara glows green.
"A photography is a thousand words". Permission to "speak" freely maxed out. The "voice" recorders are different - some can be used for talking into. Billions of billions of "words" about this place, scattered through the world in prints looked at in the light. Or in abstract 0s and 1s numbed in the darkness of a case. Like this image you're looking at. Like this text you're reading.
Diagonals intersect. Smiley face. Room with a view.
I once thought of sneaking into every picture taken here, at all times ever, waving smilingly from the side of the photograph. Out of focus, blurry, as not being the main subject. Add to the merry mood.
Whoever came first on this land, did they ride all the way and said here "ok, here's where our land ends. This river is too large to cross it, not worth it getting the other side too" ?
radu colceriu . photo blog . niagara falls