Vision, Clarity and Decoding the Dream State

This is the second in a series of blogs and images that address the topic of "Time".  Again, Liz Madden-Zibman, is my guest contributor. (See her Bio below.)  And as mentioned in the last blog, Liz is an extremely talented creative writer; her commentary in this post underscores that talent.

Some background info:  for this edition, I sent Liz 9 different photos to inspire her thoughts and provide grist for the "pen" - or rather, "keyboard".  The 2 photos that most resonated with her are featured below.  They were captured at the end of day (when the sunlight is the best!) at the New Jersey coastline on Long Beach Island.  I used a technique that involves slowing down the camera shutter speed.  Without further ado...

Vision, Clarity and Decoding the Dream State - by Liz Madden-Zibman

Kate’s second array of photos in this blog reminds me that we may be leaving behind the idea of refuting clichés and instead exploring new territory. It seems Kate’s blue-sky arrangements might be treading into the dream state. Enigmatic and ephemeral, the shots remind me that time is more than a physical calculation. 

Waves

Granted, we can clock the number of hours in which we sleep. We can enumerate the amount of events that occur in the world while we sleep. In some ways time seems like a hive of numbers where we can even assess its 

value like a fixed number, something in the manner of the clichéd 8 hours sleep being a “good night’s rest”, equated with physical verve and mental awareness. 

Flight

Yet, it’s easy to ignore the phases of time that are nestled inside our dream state. Kate’s photos here seem to be a tribute to that dreaminess world where the mind drifts like striated clouds, meanders like flighty breezes, and washes like rushing waves. The photos themselves even has a post-dream reaction where after viewing them, there’s a sense of clarity, wakefulness, refreshment.



People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.” 
― Neil Gaiman

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Liz Madden-Zibman writes imaginative tales and literary fiction, exploring themes of  hope, renewal and creativity. Her novel chapters, short stories and poetry are published in Shaking Lit: Best Prose 2007-2010, Transfer 37, The Kelsey Review, The Kennesaw Review, the U.S. 1 Newspaper Summer Fiction Issue, and most recently, Voices & Visions and La Pluma y La Tinta, New Voices Anthology. Liz has a Master of Fine Arts degree in Creative Writing from Fairleigh Dickinson University and a Bachelor’s degree in English/Creative Writing from San Francisco State University. She teaches research writing in the disciplines, at Rutgers University.  Contact her at: ezibman@gmail.com.  Check out her blog at:  http://danceoftime.blogspot.com/

Time's Up! Or is it?

When I began this blog journey, a primary intent was to feature my photos and highlight the many creative people who have influenced me, moved me, taught me, and inspired me to be my most authentic self.

Toward that end, this is the first in a series of blogs (and images) that will address the topic of "Time".  This installment has been interpreted by my inaugural "guest" contributor, Liz Madden-Zibman.  Liz is a very talented lady who specializes in creative writing.  (See her Bio below.)  I could write a separate blog about our story of friendship but will save that for the future!

Cutting to the chase, we bantered (longer than we should have!) about collaborating.  We finally got off our respective "seats" and decided "Time" would be a great topic to showcase her writing skills and my photography.  We are both at an age where we have much to say and the desire to share it. So without further ado, here is Liz's commentary around "Time's Up."

“Time’s up!” by Liz Madden-Zibman

Most of us are familiar with that cliché. Myself, I don’t accept it. There is no way; it’s impossible for time to time out! If we’re talking about time on the grand scale as in living then Time expires only for one’s individual body and mind but not for those whose hearts continue to pump. The world and its inhabitants continue on, most of us hardly missing a beat as we plow through the hours of the day. We ourselves can’t stop time nor can we escape it. When we sleep, time passes. When we eventually awaken (and hopefully we will awaken on time, not to miss our train, work deadlines, appointments, and coffee chats), we segue into the moving moments of the ongoing palpitations of time present. On the other hand, we are able to limit the amount of time we spend doing anything. Take this particular project where we're blogging about time and photography as it captures a segment of time.  Each post can be limited, but the subject matter can be explored over and over from different angles.

That said, “Time’s up!” It’s your turn to weigh in.  Do you have a favorite "Time" cliché you'd like to share?  Please do!  We could explore it and then perhaps feature it in a future post.  Let's do this together and see where it takes us.

And last but certainly not least, I resurrected this photo taken several years ago.  This iconic clock resides in the center of New York City's Grand Central Station - photographed and edited in a very unfamiliar and unconventional way.  But of course.

“Time does not pass, it continues” 
― Marty Rubin

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Liz Madden-Zibman writes imaginative tales and literary fiction, exploring themes of  hope, renewal and creativity. Her novel chapters, short stories and poetry are published in Shaking Lit: Best Prose 2007-2010, Transfer 37, The Kelsey Review, The Kennesaw Review, the U.S. 1 Newspaper Summer Fiction Issue, and most recently, Voices & Visions and La Pluma y La Tinta, New Voices Anthology. Liz has a Master of Fine Arts degree in Creative Writing from Fairleigh Dickinson University and a Bachelor’s degree in English/Creative Writing from San Francisco State University. She teaches research writing in the disciplines, at Rutgers University.  Contact her at: ezibman@gmail.com

9 to 5 in Slow Motion

9 to 5.  What comes to your mind when you hear or read this expression?  The office?  The commute?  An everyday routine that brings home the bacon?  Sometime you do between weekends and vacations?  Monotony?  The comfort and security of familiar repetition?

This series of photos, that I've titled 9 to 5 in Slow Motion, evolved as a "practice" activity I pursued while riding the commuter rail train to and from Philadelphia. Because the trains were populated with people going back and forth from work, I couldn't help but associate my photos to their ritual. I'm fascinated with capturing slow motion with my camera.  It's very visceral to me and speaks to the emotions rather than the intellect.  The industrial and uninteresting scenery when elongated and slowed becomes impressionistic and beautiful in it's own right.  Graffiti on walls becomes a burst of color that actually brightens the landscape.  

In the end, I couldn't help but see the metaphor that speaks to what we miss in life as we move through the hours, the days, the weeks, the year.  Slow down and observe the subtle beauty that surrounds us.  You just never know what you will see, find or experience.

“Strange, what being forced to slow down could do to a person.” 
― Nicholas Sparks, The Last Song

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The Charms of Spring Linger Longest in My Memory

Spring is about two weeks late in this part of the world.  But nonetheless, and ever so slowly, the new season has begun to display her charms in dreamy and enchanting ways.  After months of soft browns as the backdrop, an infusion of green, yellow, pink and purple have quietly begun to dot the landscape. One of the first of nature's bounty to awaken from the neutral stupor is the weeping willow tree.  During a recent stroll, I came across such a lovely example with sweeping low branches, drooping and falling gracefully; unhurried and relaxed.  An added visual bonus was the fact that the other trees surrounding it had not started to turn green, so it stood out in all it's delicate splendor.  And with a bit of water reflection close by - viola! I had a composition just waiting to be framed and captured.

From my point of view, an abstract interpretation was the only way to photography this scene. So, I applied slow shutter speed and intentional camera movement to achieve what was in my mind's eye.  This blurred and fleeting scene is the impression that will last the longest in my memory.

How about you?  Does spring beguile you with colors, fond memories, fleeting moments that last long after the fact? Or, is there another season that seduces you more readily?

And so, I leave you with this quote and as much goodness that can be reasonably absorbed!

“She turned to the sunlight
    And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
    "Winter is dead.” 
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young

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