imagine this, or that

While driving today, I listened to "Imagine" on the John Lennon "Wonsaponatime" LP. It's a secular hymn, an ode. When I was young, I thought the lyrics were simplistic, almost trivial. Now that I am oldish, I seem to embrace the lyrics ever more. It's haunting. A lament. I wanted to pull over and weep. Why? for me? Or the planet. But I didn't. My eyes welled up, but I lumbered onward into the brilliant and lustrous day.

Yesterday, I noticed on a sidewalk the graffito "FAS." Was the writer so hurried that he or she could not complete "FAST"? Or tragically halted? Graffitus interruptus. Or was it the tag of Flemington Angus Smithson, WASP scion?

Imagine that.

a picture is worth

a thousand words, as the saying goes.

So, I realize I've been light on images and heavy on words.

I'll image-ine things up a bit.

(Any guesses as to what this is? Or where?)

Hall of Fame of Delicious Ad Copy Married to Tasty Images

. . . goes to Haagen-Dazs:

photo of chocolate ice cream on a floating spoon

all we add is cold

Just five all natural ingredients. Simply perfect.

image of Haagen-Dazs container of five milk chocolate ice cream

images of five ingredients: chunks of chocolate, cubes of sugar, glass of milk, an egg, whipped cream on a stainless steel French whip (whisker, egg beater)

Camera Obscura

They say, the camera doesn't lie. We know that is patently untrue.

But what if the camera's images see the light of day?

What is exposed?

Us?

Those in the images?

The photographer and his keepers?