Looking for signs…
This one from Bergman’s The Seventh Seal takes my mind in so many directions. My father was a pretty good chess player, and while he didn’t win that match with Death his style of play was, as my brother put it, to go for the glorious win at any cost.
Bergman died seven years ago in the seventh month, which was also the month of his birth. This clash of sevens calls upon another piece of apocalyptic prophesy put to song by Culture (listen at 8:47).
Looking at events in the world today some many wonder about the silence of god, as in the moments before the final judgement after the breaking of the seventh seal, or in response to the plight of the faithful.
Silence is not inaction, it is preparation. This was the lesson I learned from Quaker worship, introduced to me by my father when I was in high school. Silence is where you go to find the center of all things.
A recent study found that people would rather give themselves electric shocks than sit quietly all alone in a room.
You are never alone.
To all you urbex photographers who capture Milwaukee life at street level, I hope you got to see Xavier Nuez’s work at the Lakefront Festival of Art. The way he uses battery-powered lights reminded me of Robert Burns’s Under MKE photography series at Hide House during BVGN.
Another sticker idea. I’ve had my eye on that giraffe by the lakefront ever since I was a kid. I was so happy when someone finally cleared away the 40+ years of shrub and vine growth and gave it a fresh coat of paint. But it still looks lonely behind the fence.