I find phrases in books which are so evocative they can used for other reasons. In The Lieutenant by Kate Grenville (p 39) you find the following. Silk and Rook are the names of two characters.

The making of the tale – the elegance of its phrases, the flexing of its shape – was the point of the exercise. The instinct to rework an event, so that the telling became almost more real than the thing itself – had been born in Silk the way the pleasures of manipulating numbers had been born in Rooke.

Mountain photography is a romantic pursuit but I have no illusion how the art relates to the hills. It is actually artifice. However when the flexing of the shapes is skillful, it evokes hill moments quite effectively.

 

Photography Reflections: Helvellyn

Saturday December 1, 2012