“Imagine being out at night, alone, under starry skies, listening to silence, watching the world slowly move, all senses alive, thinking, imagining dreaming. The camera is recording, creating, documenting, seeing what the eye cannot see – cumulative time.”
Venus is the second brightest point in the sky, following the moon.
In Roman mythology Venus was the goddess of love.
The Babylonians called her Inanna, goddess of love, but also of womanhood.
She has also been known as Morning Star. In the bible the morning star is referred to as Lucifer, meaning ‘light bringer’ in Latin. Lucifer is spoken of as a fallen angel, now commonly believed to be Satan. King of Babylon.
How you are fallen from heaven,
O Day Star, son of Dawn!
-Isaiah 14:12
Lucifer is said to have sought too high a power, and for it, to have been cast down to the underworld.
Venus shines brightly at both dusk and dawn, but soon fades.
Luciferin is the name of a chemical found in fireflies and glow worms. It’s what brings them their light.
Fireflies glow to signal their location to other fireflies. The main reason for this is reproduction, however in part of asia they have been known to synchronise in groups of hundreds.
In humans pheromones are produced in order to attract prospective partners.
In women, this unconscious hormonal signal has been known to cause menstrual synchronization.
Some theories suggest that menstrual cycles are highly influenced by nocturnal light, with evidence showing that a bright light in the morning can help promote a regular cycle.
It is also thought that prior to artificial lighting the moon had a much greater influence on the cycle, it’s varying brightness affecting the body.
This site has about 40 more photo’s on it. I don’t know their full story, only where and when they came from. I assume they’re mostly just mug shots for the prison records, but the photography is brilliant.
I’m thinking of using 2 of them for developing some characters I’m writing at the moment.
Barry was institutionalized in 1953 after she was found walking the streets barefoot, carrying a pair of baby sandals and a child’s ring, and murmuring: “This is magic.”
To anyone who finds themselves in London before the end of January, please make a point of stopping by the photographers gallery, which is currently displaying the work of photographer Antoine D’Agata.
His work is the kind of art that seems to capture some of the most ugly moments of human nature, and yet instill them with a different kind of beauty. Ill spare you the pontification for now, but do take a look.