The Magic of the Cities.

Zen promotes the rediscovery of the obvious, which is so often lost in its familiarity and simplicity. It sees the miraculous in the common and magic in our everyday surroundings. When we are not rushed, and our minds are unclouded by conceptualizations, a veil will sometimes drop, introducing the viewer to a world unseen since childhood. ~ John Greer

Thursday, September 1, 2011

September 2011 Theme Day : Perspective



The Cloisters—described by Germain Bazin, former director of the Musée du Louvre in Paris, as "the crowning achievement of American museology"—is the branch of the Metropolitan Museum devoted to the art and architecture of medieval Europe. Located on four acres overlooking the Hudson River in northern Manhattan's Fort Tryon Park, the building incorporates elements from five medieval French cloisters—quadrangles enclosed by a roofed or vaulted passageway, or arcade—and from other monastic sites in southern France. Three of the cloisters reconstructed at the branch museum feature gardens planted according to horticultural information found in medieval treatises and poetry, garden documents and herbals, and medieval works of art, such as tapestries, stained-glass windows, and column capitals. Approximately three thousand works of art from medieval Europe, dating from the ninth to the sixteenth century, are exhibited in this unique and sympathetic context.



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Cymbaline

The path you tread is narrow
And the drop is shear and very high
The ravens all are watching
From a vantage point nearby
Apprehension creeping
Like a tube-train up your spine
Will the tightrope reach the end
Will the final couplet rhyme

And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me

A butterfly with broken wings
Is falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in
And there's nowhere you can hide
Your manager and agent
Are both busy on the phone
Selling coloured photographs
To magazines back home

And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me

The lines converging where you stand
They must have moved the picture plane
The leaves are heavy around your feet
You feel the thunder of the train
And suddenly it strikes you
That they're moving into range
Doctor Strange is always changing size

And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me

And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me

Pink Floyd

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9 comments :

Gemma Wiseman said...

Wonderful play of light, shadow and shape! And the magical words of Pink Floyd are a bonus!

Hugo M. said...

Great shot, thanks for sharing

Sensaciones en Imagenes said...

Muy buenas perspectivas y muy interesantes las luces.
Un abrazo.

Luis Gomez said...

Excellent! Great images Carraol.

joo said...

The middle one is awesome!

Kate said...

I enjoy looking at all three photos. One of the best today. Incidentally, your Zen quote has special significance for me lately. Thanks!!

PerthDailyPhoto said...

The Cloisters is the perfect name for this building, the light coming through the pillars in first two shots is wonderful Carraol.

Misalyn said...

I like the way you played with the light, shadow,and shapes and even with the monochromatic renditions.

I like the sepia photo, very classic.

Marias Teater said...

Perfect light, beautiful building. I love these pictures. And from New York, too. Splendid street shots.

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