Now and then, I capture an image that I really like, but I cannot seem to find the text to accompany it.
This is one of those days.
I have written a couple of tales and a few observations for the photograph. But I was not satisfied with any of them.
The reason is obvious. The image is rich enough to stand on its own.
After looking at the photograph for a few days, I see at least three major story lines -- maybe four. Each strong enough to stand without text.
So, I leave the story-telling to you. If you wish to share, please do. If not, simply enjoy the image and its embedded tales.
And have a great week.
29 comments:
OK, I'm stumped. I've been gazing at this photo for a full minute, and I have no story line to share. I hope other readers are more clever.
Often a photo merely needs a brief caption.
I find myself in the same situation occasionally - I think about just posting the photo alone - then don't. As you suggest that one stands on its own - is that garlic around the ankles of the odd fellow in the background? Good stuff ;-)
I was in the same boat.
Something like "Agamemnon and Clytemnestra react differently to Menelaus's news of Trojan treachery"? Or, perhaps. a caption more descriptive -- and far more prosaic. "Indians prepare for church blessing while candied-apple salesman waits for customers".
They are seed pods that imitate the sound of rain during dances.
URCMU! (Better than LO!L; it means "You are cracking me up!)
Saludos, Don Cuevas
I'm interested in what they are looking at so intently, it might be a clue to these, ah, costumes.
Do those rain anklets come in womans sizes?
Face it. Daily life is just plain more colorful SOB than NOB.
Saludos,
Kim G
Boston, MA
Where, after a brief burst of color that is fall, we are heading into gray season.
I think it perfectly portrays the incredible diversity you find everywhere in Mexico. Great picture!
Or Des Moines.
It is not a coincidence that my Puritan ancestors landed on your gray shores.
The women were wearing them,as well.
Maybe stage fright. They were about to enter the church to do a little holy rollin'.
The apple vendor looks more indigenous than the dancer. I'd go so far as to say that the dancer probably had no indigenous blood.
How about ... Too many candied apples make for ill fitting native costumes. Jan in Mississippi
I'm sticking with my Aeschylus theory.
Or maybe Paris gave a full stick of apples to the wrong goddess. That has been the history of my dating life.
I do like candied apples. Don't know if those fit the bill.
Maybe suggest those rain, pods, in Melaque during the dry season, might, be an interesting affair.
The weather has been beauiful in the NYC area, after the 2 tornadoes hit yesterday. Blue skys and suppose to be a nice, hot, dry week, not ending my summer, yet, here anyway.
I like these sorts of photos. It seems the story is not in what was captured by your camera, but what the subjects can see but we cannot...
I believe they are anxiously awaiting the arrival of the Halloween Party Bus.
They are watching in silent disbelief, as a crazy little man with black paint on his feet runs through the street kicking at passersby and leaving footprints on their bellies.
I do my best.
I am happy to keep the dry season dry.
Tension through omission.
A vote for tales from the crypt.
Nice use of subtle elements.
The hidden story is why is the apple vendor wearing a North Carolina Tarheels shirt?
Maybe he thought it was an Achilles's Heel shirt -- to keep our Trojan War storyline perking along.
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