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The light through the window

Two photos of the Orangery, Kew Gardens, London. (The statue was no longer there in 2018; it had been against the end wall.)

This selection of photos features light streaming through a window into a room. Although these photos have very different subjects, they are all lit by windows — dramatically, softly, harshly, boldly. In some, you can see the shadows of the window frames or of the glass itself.

Two from Fiji below. On the left, the window is not visible but its bright light is falling on the boy. On the right, the diffuse light from the window highlights the flat surfaces of the wooden pews.

Two from Kerala, India. Men were making lime by burning sea shells.

This one shows the splashes of colour from light falling through a stained glass window.

New College, Oxford.

Many lines in this photo — the corrugated ceiling, the wooden floor, the supporting beams, and the multi-paned window that casts its slanting shadows.

Interior of disused industrial building, Cockatoo Island, Sydney.

The bright light brings out the colours of this woven bag and throws shadows from the edges of the glass louvres.

Bag hanging on wall, and shadows of glass louvres, Vanuatu.

No true windows in the photo below, more like openings in the stone walls. An interesting lighting effect, though!

Vomitorium of the Roman Theatre in Cadiz.

Posted for Jude’s 2020 Challenge (Light: Experiment in different weather conditions such as mist or rain, OR take a photograph indoors such as a still life or light entering a room streaming through a window OR experiment in capturing the colour of light.)

Stop all the clocks

No man has the power to tell just where the hands will stop, at late or early hour.

“No man has the power to tell just where the hands will stop, at late or early hour.”

A mix of quotes in this post: the title is from a W H Auden poem, the photo caption is from “The Clock of Life” by Robert H Smith. This particular stopped clock is on Cockatoo Island in Sydney Harbour: convict prison; industrial school and reformatory for girls; ship building site; dockyard; and now urban campground and cultural events venue. From 1857 to 1991, Cockatoo Island was Australia’s primary shipbuilding and repair facility. I find something quite poignant in this clock, its frozen hands hinting at a time when the cavernous building in which it hangs bustled with noise and work.

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Random Fridays: Could I ever have belonged to the heavens?

Icarus Container, Yukinori Yanagi

Icarus Container by Yukinori Yanagi

This photo shows part of an art work at this year’s Biennale on Cockatoo Island. Viewers walked through darkened shipping containers with mirrors on which were etched extracts of Icarus from Sun and Steel by Yukio Mishima. (While Mishima’s version is not that of the ancient myth, in which Icarus flew so close to the sun that the wax holding his feathered wings together melted and he fell to earth, it nonetheless evokes that story.)

The viewer’s perception changed as they walked through the containers, turning corners and looking back; the experience was very affecting.


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Retreat from Investment, Camille Henrot
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Random Fridays: Sculpture

'Retreat From Investment' by Camille Henrot

‘Retreat From Investment’ by Camille Henrot

I saw this sculpture at the Biennale exhibit at Cockatoo Island in April. Its smooth bronze shape contrasted with the rough cement walls and metal beams of the room, and the lighting drew your eye to the sculpture. I don’t understand the title (‘Retreat From Investment’), but that’s not necessarily an obstacle to enjoyment.


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Echoes of Industry

Convict prison, industrial school for girls, ship building site, dockyard – and now urban campground and cultural events venue. Cockatoo Island in Sydney Harbour combines its past and its present in one dramatic setting.

Light at the end of the tunnel.

Are they walking towards the past, or the future?

No access.

No access.

Like the moai of Easter Island, these Beam Benders stare out to distant horizons.

Like the moai of Easter Island, these Beam Benders stare out to distant horizons.

Rusted cranes thrust their skeletal forms towards the sky.

Rusted cranes thrust their skeletal forms
towards the sky.

What went on behind this peeling facade?

What went on behind this peeling facade?

The corrugated metal wall of a workshop.

The corrugated metal wall of a workshop.

The interior of a workshop.

The interior of a workshop.

A stopped clock is fitting for a site frozen in time.

A stopped clock is fitting for a site frozen in time.

The turbine shop.

The turbine shop, like a cathedral for worshipping the god of industry.

Waiting for an audience.

Waiting for an audience.

Through a broken board over a window.

Peering through a broken board over a window.

Sunlight striping wooden floorboards.

Sunlight striping wooden floorboards.

Windows to the past.

Windows to the past.

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