I watched the morning sun rise above the mountains. I had to smile, as it was so dramatic and beautiful. The morning brainstorm is shortened today, as it time for another installment of watch Mark look very confused trying to learn German. Now I just debate taking my tired body on the bike, or just drive and enjoy the comfort of the car, yet omit any exercise benefits that have helped me feel much better than when I lived in the states. Let me sip some coffee and ponder...
The weekend was working on web stuff for my brother in law, who I think is very pleased with the design & solution to his problems. The football game yesterday was interesting, in that it was really nice to see a team go down 3-0 and then come back and tie the game. I think the home team was happy to get a tie after their not so great start. It also gave me hope, that football could be like Hockey or American Football in that one can always come back late in a game.
The most fun I had, was Saturday night. I saw this thick pea soup fog rolling in when i walked out of church. I thought, “What kind of images I can get in the darkness with the light, fog, & village?" So i packed up a backpack and wandered. My reward is 3 or 4 really stunning images.
In the process, i also learned more about Switzerland. I am not sure if they interesting laws or traditions, since no one has actually been able to tell me the laws about public space photography. What i did was alot of thinking about privacy, what people think is private in their lives, and the reality of how little to no privacy one actually has.
I guess when a guy sets up a camera in dark and puts it on a tripod and sits there counting to 10,20 or 30 with his fingers – it might be an indication that you can walk into an image and dance around, and you will be invisible on the image. But this is not the truth, if you point the camera in the general direction of a human, they will get uncomfortable. What was even more hilarious, is that on the way to the game, I came upon a Christmas type market where a few interesting images came out of all the “stuff” for sale.
The only thin that attracted me to everything was either a clever design, or the arrays of products in various colors.
I saw a bunch of colorful butter knives, nothing fancy; it was just the way all the different bright colors looked. So I did what I did in every other booth, just framed the handles and the color and snapped an image. The Victorinox guy tried to scold me for taking a picture of them. It went like this:
“You can’t do that?”
“I’m Sorry, but exactly why? This is a public space?”
“You can’t take pictures.”
“Is this not a public space?”
“Why are you taking the picture?”
“I am enjoying an warm sunny day, just walking along all these booths before I have to go work. If i see something interesting, i take a photo.”
Once I had a sales trainer who had a great line, “You can train an idiot. All you are going to get is a trained idiot.”
While that line might sound harsh, it is appropriate. What is worse is when you try reasoning with the man, as, I was doing, complete with a language and culture barrier. who exactly was the idiot? or was it two idiots trying to see who was a bigger idiot?
Then I pulled up the image, said, “No worries. I will make it really easy for you.” Hit delete and playfully said, “The soul that resides inside the colorful Victorinox butter knives is now back where it belongs and the universe is in balance again.”
Maybe there is some Swiss law about Aboriginal rights and cutlery I am unaware of? Taking of photo of the knife handle is like taking the soul of a colorful butter knife.
I thought about all the hilarity of it, yet, I was going to have to deal with the media a few moments later at the arena. It is a constant push-pull type scenario where there are rules are printed, yet, the reality of how they all work out each week, based on whatever league is in control of the match, is a moving set of guidelines of sorts.
What is the common denominator in all the aforementioned events? People
I am not sure if it is any changes in myself, aging and seeming to get a new set of lenses every 10 years about the meaning of life and what really matters? Or the work with augmanity has allowed the mirror effect that we desire to see ourselves, via, triggering the same elements, strengths and weaknesses in others. They become easily visible, and in most cases, you simply brush them off as you navigate that line which is the balance point for the day.
One day before I die, I would like to say the prayer I say each morning about not getting irritated, upset, bothered, or I bother, embitter or embarrass another person – and actually live that out. It is the dream of a perfect day where I love my fellow man.
With the way we each are, at differing points in each of our journeys as we walk out our lives, I know such a day is possible. I also know the reality of man and knowing each of us has flaws that we seem to gloss over with our strengths. Pride is probably mans biggest issue?
Guidelines…just try to take all the parts and walk out a path that gives the most love and the least damage or pain to anyone else.
German class was good. I understand why I never did very well in “rote” learning school. It is as if part of my spatial brain just doesn’t do linear very well. My weakness is not in understanding written many words. It is that there is not a fluid flow or understanding of all – the ability to speak.
Like everything else, go back and try another day. Progress seems to take far more time than any of us really seems to desire. I leave you with I guess is a selfie of sorts from Saturday night. The person that guesses how long the exposure was, and how long I had to stand there not moving wins a prize!