Monday, March 31, 2014

Back, but just for today ....

If I were to put a title on the photograph, I would call it, "More Accoutrements of a Temporary City Boy." I am not sure why I took this photo other than to distinguish between January and March when I posted what turned out to be sort of a companion photo to this one -- if you get my drift. How has life changed (for me, in this instance) during the past two months? Only a bit, is the apparent answer, but, perhaps, the photograph reveals more than meets the eye. Mystery is the spice of life.

Just passing through on my way to April

I am not back.

I simply did not want to allow the month of March to escape unscathed. I needed to brand it with a few words in a post.

March is a month of eleven birthdays I observe to one degree or another, including my own. This year, it also was marked by two funerals of people who were sort of distant relatives -- distant, at least, in time. This March has been a month of much snow and frigid temperatures -- and, seemingly, unending-cloud­­-covered skies.

I bought another pistol during March. It is the larger of the two in the photograph. It is a Colt 1911 Officers Model. It is in .45 caliber. I am not sure why I bought it. I certainly do not need another.

I do know why, actually. I always am searching for perfection in one form or another. I have long tried to find a pistol that is perfect for me. By perfect in the case of a handgun, I mean one which becomes an extension of my arm and my hand, one which becomes part of me in mind and body. A few have been close, but always something is lacking. It is too soon to know if this Colt will be "the one."

I probably never will find a pistol or anything that truly is perfect for me: No perfect handgun, no perfect car or truck, no perfect house on a hilltop, no perfect woman to live in the perfect house with me. Never-the-less, I continue to look, to search, to seek ....

Of course, I always have been among the first to say one person's concept/vision of perfection is another person's concept/vision of the ordinary. But, I am sure you know what I mean. A particular shirt, for instance, feels like "it is you," while another shirt hangs in a closet never to be worn because you do not "feel right" when wearing it. It is a sense -- an intuition -- more than it is a reality. That is what I mean when I say "perfection."

So, March 2014 passes into oblivion and the history books. Time only matters to a person as it applies to himself or herself, and when it is not important to the individual, it ceases to exist as an actuality no matter if it is past, present or future. In most respects, March ceased to exist before it even arrived for me. Now, we shall see what April has to say for itself:

Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour ....

Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,
To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes ....


Smareis said...

Olá Fram,

Essa foto é misteriosa, quanta coisa reunida num só lugar.
Mistério é um alimento que mexe com a curiosidade do ser humano.
A coisa mais bela que o homem pode experimentar é o mistério. É essa emoção fundamental que está na raiz de toda ciência e toda arte.

A arma me assusta devido violência demais aqui no Brasil.
Tenho medo só de pensar em tiros risos.
Mas para quem gosta de colecionar arma acho válido. Bem bacana essa foto.
O mês de abril já começou e aqui nada de chuva, só mesmo muito calor.
Espero que isso muda logo porque ta difícil essa temperatura.

O vídeo é bem bacana, musica muito boa, a banda de rock legal .
Adorei a sua postagem!
Sua postagem me deixou a pensar...

Ótima semana!


Fram Actual said...

When I take a photograph like this one, I put little thought into it. The items are placed in pretty much of a haphazard fashion. When I look at the photo a few days later, I wish I would have spent more time thinking about the placement and sequence of the items. But, perhaps the lack of consideration and the random order reveal more about me than would careful thought regarding the composition.

Actually, Smareis, I think a better title for this photo would be: "One side of the coin."

Smareis wrote: "The most beautiful thing a man can experience is the mysterious. It is this fundamental emotion that is at the root of all science and all art."

I think those words form an absolute and fundamental truth.

I might add that I believe the mind of a woman is the centerpiece of the greatest mystery, and the solution is beyond the comprehension of any man.

My thoughts and feelings about firearms should be well known to anyone who reads my posts. I would hope the thought of me possessing guns would make other people feel safe, feel comfortable, feel reassured.

I am not altogether sure what makes The Who special beyond the typical rock band, but it is easy to fall into the emotion of the music and the near-fury of the musicians. I have seen The Who perform, and many images from the concert are absolutely locked in my mind.

I am glad you came to visit me, Smareis, and pleased that you enjoyed my post and that it left you thinking. Now, I will leave you to cope with your heat while I prepare for the snowstorm coming my way Thursday and Friday. Nature rules ....

A Cuban In London said...

This and your latest post made my Sunday. What a way to "pass through" on your way to April! With The Who. As it happens Sky Arts is showing today one of their live concerts in Germany in the 70s. I've seen it already but your post has made me want to revisit Pete, Roger, Keith and the other whose name one I always forget! :-)

Greetings from London.

Fram Actual said...

I am glad to see you taking a break from your break, CiL.

Yes, The Who is one of my favorites. I only have seen the band perform once. It was in a rather small, indoor venue, and I had a great box seat just above and to the right of the stage. There are many moments from that night etched in my mind, especially the sight of Roger Daltrey swinging his microphone in vast, sweeping arcs out over the audience. Incidentally, by the end of the concert, my box and the entire upper strata of the building were situated in a cloud, and it was not one created by pyrotechnics from the stage.

I will be awaiting your return to your blog. Thank you, for the visit and the comment.

P.S. John Entwistle, who had the audacity to die in Las Vegas in bed with a stripper.

Gert Jan Hermus said...

Due to a lot of 'hustle and bustle' I haven't been on your blog for a long time. Sorry for that! Finally I found some time now and I've watched your posts and I read it with a lot of pleasure. I notice that you disabled most of your posts for comments. I'm glad I found this one still open :-)
Thanks for being such a loyal follower of my blog. I really appreciate that!

Hope you'll have a great week

Fram Actual said...

I am sporadic about comments, Gert Jan. Most of my posts consist of an illustration, written words and a song or two. If I do not include a written piece, I generally block comments. Sometimes, if I am feeling ornery, I also do not want comments. In any case, I value your visits, your remarks and, on this occasion, your persistence in finding an older post in which you were able to convey your greetings. Thank you.

As for your blog, I appreciate quality photography in both a technical and an artistic sense, which your work has in abundance. I especially enjoy your street photography and your portraits. I think portrait work is the most revealing and demanding form of photography. You will see me often at your blog.

Boris Estebitan said...

Excelentes todos tus posts de Abril, saludos.

Fram Actual said...

Thank you, Boris, for your visit and your comment. I have been coming and going frequently this month, and just noticed your presence here.

Happy Easter ....

Something special ....