The Movement Series
It seems like this series will not end. It is a movement, a journey, energetic, and kinetic. Maybe it is also a delusion. Maybe I am deluding myself in thinking that there is worth in photographing dead tree stumps, dead timbre. Or maybe I am deluding myself in finding aesthetic pleasure in looking at them. All I know though is that I cannot walk past this timber or drift wood without bending down to take photographs of them.
If you have been here before, you know the general format. If not, please see the above links to the previous posts in the series. Please enjoy the photographs of dead timber/drift wood below and then below that the general philosophical musings to follow. I hope you enjoy this instalment in this ongoing series.
Movement: Part VIII
Movement: Philosophical Musings
Kinētikos. Of movement. Kinetic energy. Kinein. To move. We are compelled to move, to journey, to not be stagnant. Humans cannot settle down. Yes, we build a home to settle down, but we constantly move. We go to the shops, we go to the movies, we go to the coffee shop to buy coffee. We are compelled to move.
Our lives are journeys, one long movement, until we cease to exist. But then we still move. We move from one element to the next, from one stage to the next. Our bodies decay, we return to nature. Nature carries on the seemingly infinite movement. The journey of life. The dead timber does the same. It decays and feeds the ground so that the new can grow to repeat the cycle, to repeat the journey. The same journey, yet, different. Never the same, never a repeat, yet, it is the same.
A perpetual journey. We walk among the old, we walk among a self-enclosed system in which everything is everything. We cannot create energy, we cannot destroy it. Movement is inherently part of the system. Everything tends towards chaos and order, yet in the middle between the two we find movement. We are inherently chaotic order, ordered chaos. Our movements tend to be categorized in recognizable elements, but this is an illusion. Stand in front of the mirror and move, but try not the categorize it. Let your mind free.
The dead timber symbolizes movement. Yet, it is motionless. It does not move. Metaphorically, there is infinite movement. From life to death. From death to decay. From decay to new growth. From motionless to movement. From not-seen to being seen. To being interpreted. I see movement in the dead timber and I see stories. If you look long enough, you will recognise so many stories.
Postscriptum
All of the photographs are my own, taken with my Nikon D300 and Old Nikon NIKKOR 50mm f/1.8 AI Lens. The musings are also my own. Movement is inherent in everything. Everything moves. I hope your movement is well. Stay safe, and happy photographing.