“The term convergence point describes the action of lines coming together, while vanishing point is the exact spot where they disappear into the distance…”
You should totally write a book and I would gladly buy it. There is a prose writer in you who is as fascinating as the poet.
This is a beautiful commentary of convergence points and vanishing points. Each nothing without the other. But my question - aren't parallel lines already together even if they don't meet? Are they already a part of each other lives even more so if they had met. That's a strange romance of something that hasn't happened because it is already a perfect ending.
Thank you though, regardless. You are always so kind, my friend.
You ask a good question. Convergences can be real or - as with parallel lines - an optical illusion. Parallel lines are together, yes, or at least - they are heading the same way. They just cannot…. touch. Euclidean geometry forbids it. Lives can be likewise, or otherwise.
< > or ^apex points to places to explore. Creation forms steps that you have taken. Now see where else the lines curved or straight angles lead to. The photo essay is intriguing and my insomnia continues to race my mind. I will have to think about the parallel lines and pyramids. I’ll play with chopsticks. Maybe cast the I Ching.
Doesn't 'convergence point' sound as innocuous and aloof as 'vanishing point' sounds melancholic and irreconcilable? Your prose is not prosaic, for sure, and calls for doves of metaphor.
Hey my friend. Welcome back! Truly delighted to see you here again. I was out around the coast yesterday, walking and taking photographs, and thinking "Dave Mead would love this - and take much better photos!"
Dave, I have been learning about perspective--I was drawing and Dale showed me a couple of things and I took off. I love this post, esp. your mention of 1970 still existing somewhere, out there. That feeling, that the past still exists, it tugs at us. And maybe it keeps us whole, reinhabiting our lost experiences.
When we create a painting of drawing, with proper perspective, it seems as if it is 3 dimensional, even though it sits on a 2 dimensional plane. A really good Trompe l'œil can deceive you into walking into a solid wall, but it's still just a flat surface. Meanwhile, 3 dimensions obviously do still exist.
Memory is similar. We look back over time and it seems as if it is real - but we cannot actually go back to 1970; in that sense, it's an illusion - the perspective line of memory.
But that does not, in itself, mean that 1970 no longer exists...
You should totally write a book and I would gladly buy it. There is a prose writer in you who is as fascinating as the poet.
This is a beautiful commentary of convergence points and vanishing points. Each nothing without the other. But my question - aren't parallel lines already together even if they don't meet? Are they already a part of each other lives even more so if they had met. That's a strange romance of something that hasn't happened because it is already a perfect ending.
Good morning dear Naz.
A book a book a book…. it may be coming…
Thank you though, regardless. You are always so kind, my friend.
You ask a good question. Convergences can be real or - as with parallel lines - an optical illusion. Parallel lines are together, yes, or at least - they are heading the same way. They just cannot…. touch. Euclidean geometry forbids it. Lives can be likewise, or otherwise.
Best Wishes - Dave
< > or ^apex points to places to explore. Creation forms steps that you have taken. Now see where else the lines curved or straight angles lead to. The photo essay is intriguing and my insomnia continues to race my mind. I will have to think about the parallel lines and pyramids. I’ll play with chopsticks. Maybe cast the I Ching.
Your own perspective is always fascinating, friend Richbee...
Best Wishes - Dave :)
Felt like a lovely ride, David—I believe my legs even tired a bit from all that bicycling! Thank you. I need the exercise!
I love Vanishing Point, Dave. How you mix the prose and the photographs to create the mood and feeling. Compelling stuff.
Thank you friend Richard. It was a strange day…
but so is every day, really, if you know where to look.
Best Wishes - Dave
Dear Dave,
Doesn't 'convergence point' sound as innocuous and aloof as 'vanishing point' sounds melancholic and irreconcilable? Your prose is not prosaic, for sure, and calls for doves of metaphor.
Best,
Mahdi
Thank you my friend!
D :)
It’s great to be back reading your words, Dave, thanks for sharing. D
Hey my friend. Welcome back! Truly delighted to see you here again. I was out around the coast yesterday, walking and taking photographs, and thinking "Dave Mead would love this - and take much better photos!"
Seriously.
Best Wishes - other Dave
Dave, I have been learning about perspective--I was drawing and Dale showed me a couple of things and I took off. I love this post, esp. your mention of 1970 still existing somewhere, out there. That feeling, that the past still exists, it tugs at us. And maybe it keeps us whole, reinhabiting our lost experiences.
Hey Rebecca
I think many of us have this feeling....
Here is a thought on perspective:
When we create a painting of drawing, with proper perspective, it seems as if it is 3 dimensional, even though it sits on a 2 dimensional plane. A really good Trompe l'œil can deceive you into walking into a solid wall, but it's still just a flat surface. Meanwhile, 3 dimensions obviously do still exist.
Memory is similar. We look back over time and it seems as if it is real - but we cannot actually go back to 1970; in that sense, it's an illusion - the perspective line of memory.
But that does not, in itself, mean that 1970 no longer exists...
Best Wishes - Dave
Wow Dave, I loved this, such longing in the imagery of the convergence point for me. This sentence left me breathless:
"pointing to places I once knew in childhood as if 1970 still existed out there, at the meeting place of land and sky, of water and memory,"
Thank you.
Thank you my friend.... I do think time is more fluid than our experience of it. We are just wired to only see it one way..
Best Wishes - Dave
Intention, linear…
imagination, lane-free?
Merging, miracle!
Thank you, dear Marisol.
Best Wishes - Dave :)
Love the musings and the photos, thanks for taking us on the ride. 😊