Seems a photographer’s artistic capture of the ambien in an unusual oblique angle through the waters’ reflection. Perhaps he might have tried to portray the sort of plight prevailing in a milder grey tone over the waters and the kind of cracks and crevices with the roughened texture might even be a tone to the beholder’s mood wherein he tries to picture the surrounding’s scenario in a vague frame of reflection projecting us the plight around through the eerie windows, glasses and the inverted building texturing the story behind its decades of stand though time, witnessing its acquaintances, people who have inhabited the space for years under its shelter dwelling in its shade, while looking past their days of growth, progress, days of happiness, times of grief, moments of love, lustre and life. It has been seeing people grow, develop, their of days of drive forward through time, even might screen in slow frames of the resident’s passage over the ticking clock in a way to reminisce their lives while throwing a light on the glimpse and gist of this invertedly posing structure’s traverse all along.
It’s the light’s incidence upon the surface of the rain waters, reflecting us the building’s pose in the layer of the waters in those pits over the older roughened layer of ground’s darker side and earthiness lacking its appropriate demeanour, captures this piece of artistic poster through the shutters and aperture of the lens taking in the packets of photons and the patterns of lumen via the beholder eyes’ entailed substance rather by his artistic sense of gathering his thoughts, subtle ideas behind and the way he want to articulate the frame’s portraiture.
Its all about capturing
the lumens of energy
into your gadget,
converging them into
your prominent lens
of the naked eye’s
luminance,
while taking it
coherently inside for
a certain aperture
of the pupil,
necessitated over the
shot for its iris’
iridescent outlay,
consequently gathering
the incident patterns
of lumen for
a certain amount of
exposure before
the shutter closes
assuming the intensity
of incident rays to
a germane candela,
depicting onto a
engraved art form
of a stolidly carved
scripture ode’s substance
extricating to the black
and white poster’s
milder surreal glade,
leading to portray its
delinquent tinge behind
in a darker shade’s aberrancy,
while exhuming fluent
tones of striking grey hues
engrossed from the scene’s
inherent plight, or
the inlaid texture
of quite a loss and
the persisting latent light.
my random contemplations 