Flowers—Lines—Ice

Left Behind

I often walk through a community garden that’s a mile or so from my house just to see what sorts of things I might discover growing there (or dying there, which is often just as interesting).  The other day, before the recent snow, I was passing through and happened upon two rather unexpected finds.

Carrots left over and left behind.

Superhero: Caught in the wire

If you have suggestions about how I might better capture the superhero (before he escapes), please share!

17 responses

  1. Love both of them, the gorgeous colours of the first and the humour of the second!

    January 26, 2012 at 12:44 pm

  2. Julie

    Melanie, I agree with Leslie on both counts!

    January 26, 2012 at 4:08 pm

  3. The second photo is such a cool find.
    And I really like the contrast between the carrots and the soil.
    Amazing captures Melanie!

    January 26, 2012 at 9:21 pm

    • Thanks, Pablo. I feel like I could have done more with the second photo, but I’m not sure exactly what!

      January 27, 2012 at 1:35 am

  4. I Love the carrots…not sure what you could do with the superhero without knowing what there was of interest around the area….

    January 26, 2012 at 10:33 pm

    • Glad you like the carrots. The problem with the second shot (with the superhero) is that there really isn’t much else of interest going on that I could work in: just more posts (in the distance) and empty garden beds (on a lower level). I tried it from all kinds of angles, and couldn’t seem to come up with much.

      January 27, 2012 at 1:38 am

  5. I LOVE THE SUPERHERO!!! He is completely adorable.

    January 27, 2012 at 2:05 am

    • Merci, Poupie! Toi aussi, tu es adorable! 🙂 Bisous!! xxx

      January 27, 2012 at 3:43 am

  6. Ok! That’s got a lot of potential, seeing your pix are often symbolic – intended or not. The only good carrot is an eaten one – now that’s symbolic. But want to know what to do with the superhero?

    Put a stake through its heart, punch its brains out, stomp on it repeatedly until it is barely recognisable and pin it to the earth with the spear of wood. Make a voodoo doll of it of everything that’s wrong with the world and smash it into the ground.

    Death takes us all in the end and back to the earth we go. But superheroes are especially doomed, as they are so unreal to begin with anyway, and the cause of so much misery.

    Might as well give ‘im a decent death? 🙂

    January 28, 2012 at 9:39 am

    • WOW! Now that’s the most imaginative response I’ve received so far! Do I really need to do all of those things to this poor guy? What you’re describing doesn’t sound like a decent death at all! But if you’re looking for him to suffer, he is already doomed for a long and drawn-out demise (he cannot escape: he is missing half his arms!)

      January 28, 2012 at 11:28 am

      • Half an arm is nothing to a superhero. For one truly to be free of the need, to be a superhero, they have to suffer inordinately. Only extraordinary suffering will cause enough separation that there is a possibility he will never again inflict such arrogance on the earth as to think anything matters but the simple sense of things.

        And for superheroes to exist we have to have super-villains in equal measure. Have you not had enough of that – bombs dropping on your flower garden?

        You don’t think a decent death is a death without suffering and pain, do you? A decent death is one that enables the evolution of the inherent intelligence. The intelligence enshrouded in that body, that karmic need to exist as some thing. And evolution means not doing ‘that’ again.

        Perhaps I need to be more descriptive of what I mean in future.

        But it is metaphoric of course, the death, not the suffering. Or is that metaphysic?

        Anyway …

        *

        I bet if you do as I suggested – the voodoo thing, with an integrity, a purposeful cleansing, knowing what you are doing – not dark emotion, you will know a greater clarity inside.

        It may only be a passing clarity because the stuff of mind has a way of replicating and burgeoning, in order to fill that space. It’s what it does, that’s what endless thinking is.

        This is a magical place, the earth. What you acknowledge you get. But you have to know what you don’t want to make magic without ill effect.

        That’s the rub, you have to know what you are doing or you create monsters like superheroes, and super-villains. The world we’ve got.

        January 28, 2012 at 12:46 pm

        • Well, Mark, I feel like you’ve shed a whole new light on this subject for me. Thank you for taking the time to spell all this out. I clearly was unenlightened on the matter. I’m not sure I have it in me to carry out this act of voodoo, but will ponder the situation. Perhaps some other passing innocent will release the poor soul in another manner, and I can achieve this greater clarity of which you speak by another, more compassionate means. … Certainly, I’ve been entertained by your visit. … Hope the waters have abated in your neck of the woods.

          January 28, 2012 at 6:01 pm

  7. Ah yes, and what is compassion … around the kitchen table.

    January 29, 2012 at 12:32 am

  8. Misplaced how? I may be in the wrong place but not because of anything I missed, here. Your pix are decidedly symbolic and I treat them so. How is that misplaced?

    But I know what you really mean; you would rather not see the imagery I conjure. It is raw.

    Superhero is your title and Man’s creation, it’s no more a fiction than that, nor less. A distraction from the mundanity of servile living. A tease to hope and wish or daydream the never to be escape or reality.

    Not at all. Perhaps you just didn’t realise what you were asking – “If you have suggestions about how I might better capture the superhero (before he escapes), please share!”

    You imply there is a more compassionate way to deal with the monster of a world Man has created but to exorcise it, our superhero/warlike ways, that you know a more compassionate way than I. Everything has it’s place and time, but show me? And don’t be so dismissive, or is that evasive.

    And if it doesn’t apply at the kitchen table it isn’t real. Wherever you are you must exorcise the monster at birth or you risk possession by it. That is not compassion.

    And it rises first inside.

    *

    But let’s not get too serious lest the strain overcome. And I’ll say no more on the matter.

    And now I will leave this place in peace, to allude no more here.

    January 29, 2012 at 3:18 am

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