This photo looks like two images stitched together; above is a normal forest, and below a strange Martian one. But it’s a single image from a single place and time — the hills of western Hungary, six months after a devastating industrial accident.
In the 19th Century having a photograph taken was a lengthy process. Frustrated by the difficulties of getting children to sit still long enough to snap a proper photo , photographers in the 1800’s conceived of a technique called “The Hidden Mother”. Draping a sheet over the mothers head in an attempt to camouflage her as a part of the furniture to better emphasize the child, the mother was then able to hold her infant and keep them still long enough for the camera to get an exposure.
Thank you for this Suz for turning me on to this sweet song.
I find the overall press coverage of Sgt Robert Bale’s “alleged” crimes absolutely reprehensible. The man who last week killed 16 Afghan civilians, including 9 children (who he chased around the house and systematically murdered- he also set many of them on fire) is all but being defended by a number of major publications- “it was his fourth deployment, he was having marital issues, he was in financial trouble, he didn’t get a promotion he so wanted, he saw a friend get injured, he himself was injured and he shouldn’t have been there, he had psychological issues, he could have been drinking because of lax security at the small base he was at”… are just some of the reasons being pedalled out in his defense. The best was a two paragraph account from a high school friend who was taught to be a ‘team player’ by Bales and another who claimed ‘He took care of everyone’.
I understand that when atrocities like this take place, we have a need to know why. How could this man be driven to kill innocents? We talk about a serial killer’s childhood or their unconventional upbringing, their schizophrenia or drug abuse because those give us an insight into their psyche. I “get” that. But what’s happening here is the factors in Bales’ life are being used as justifications for the man’s shocking crimes, and we are being told to sympathise.
There is a gross disregard in the dialogue for the innocent lives lost. And a real lack of value on the casualties as human beings- their deaths are examined more as a learning experience for what American soldiers could be driven to do. Yes they were poor, yes they lived in mud huts in rural area, yes they were Afghans- and he was American. Had this been an Afghan soldier who had killed 16 American soldiers (forget civilians, including women and children, just soldiers)- the man’s mental well-being or financial state would not be questioned. He would be labelled an evil terrorist.
Instead, articles on Bales are calling him a patriot for “enlisting in the army post 9-11” because he felt a need. It’s an insult to soldiers of any nationality to use the uniform to defend this man. This is a tragedy for two parties- the rural Afghan village that was terrorized in the middle of the night and the wife & young children of Sgt Bales who have to live with his legacy. No ounce of pity should be reserved for the killer who committed these brutal crimes. No matter how popular he is with everyone in his hometown.
This is SO up my alley. Don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
Young Parks & Rec.
I sit at home
In our room
By our bed
Gazing at your pillow.
Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
So I suppose for the foreseeable future, my tumblr will be dedicated to people sitting awkwardly on interiors blogs…
I loveeee my interiors blogs/ tumblrs but when I stumbled across this today, I was just like “Girl get down?! The couch is right there!”
I also can’t shake the feeling I’m only contributing to the endless glut of sound and vision that is the internet. I wonder how many posts on other blogs I’ve actually read in the last six months, versus how many I’ve saved to read later. Later never comes. I wonder if any of us are truly reading and learning from each other, or if we’re all just treading water.