Dialogue is an engaging conversational exchange.
When it comes to photography, dialogue can be perceived as a consensual interaction between two images.
Placed next to each other, each photograph opens up to meanings that weren’t there when viewed alone.
Each composition reveals the photographer’s specific sensitivity to certain content or visual elements.
Says Frederic Biver, an architect and photographer who has created this weeks photo challenge, over at the Daily Post. He has shown some excellent examples of how to interpret this really difficult challenge. But maybe it isn’t difficult for you?
Here is my attempt. If you have these in your house,
then there’s a good chance your family will be mentioned here.
If you can demonstrate a dialogue between images go to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/dialogue/
The gardeners path
woven swathes of green bow down
Mount Etna is one of the most active volcanoes in the world and last year, just after my visit, it became a UNESCO World Heritage Site. As recently as last month it was putting on a pyrotechnic display, closing the nearby airport at Catania. All was calm when I was there. Travelling friend and I stayed in an hotel with a distant view – if you craned your neck a little on the balcony, and ignored the buildings in the way.
We went up twice, first of all independently and we couldn’t resist a guided tour a couple of days later.
Here are some photos taken at about 2000 metres, cool and grey with mile after mile of lava from various past eruptions.
In June there were miles of empty roads, lots of stopping places for photos and an almost creepy stillness.
You quite quickly descend to sunshine and there the flora and fauna is pretty.
Etna can be seen from all over the east of Sicily and when you’re up there the views down are amazing.
Towards the sea.
I enjoyed looking back on my time on Etna, I’ll post some photos of the guided tour soon!
But can you tell what it is yet?
Well it’s my response to the weekly photo challenge and you can join in here,
A clue, a personal phobia second to spiders, answers on a post card please.
striving red-orange passion
bright tendrils of flame