“Yea though I Paint in the Valley of the Shadow of Death I shall fear no Evil, for my Pot and my Brush shall Comfort me”
c. 2010 Michael St. Mark
Word/image play on common biblical saying.
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Well as a shadow is an absence of light and a reflection is just the reflection of light i guess they’re not the same!—–i was hoping you’d give me the answer, if i asked both questions, to which ‘shadow’ you meant! 😀
Aye, but they’re both echos of a sort?
Seeing as I saw the reflection that inspired to press the shutter with the “shadow of death” theme in mind, I’ve interpreted the title also quite loosely.
Thanks for the feedback.. appreciated.
Do you mean the shadow on the house wall?——or the refelction of the man in the glass?
The reflection here I suppose is meant as a loose interpretaion of “the shadow of death” in the sense it’s a copy or echo of the painter. Or I’d better change the title maybe..
I hate to see a person up a ladder as i’m always waiting for them to fall off or for the ladder to slip. This happened to a neighbour 3 years ago when he was taking his outside Christmas lights down off the guttering. The ladder went and down he came, he was badly injured and still walks with a limp even now.
I love the painters pristine, white overalls! Either he has just began the job or his wife uses Persil :))
Yes Mrs B, there’s a long history of tragedy associated with people up ladders, sadly. Btw did you spot the “shadow” here, or is my eagle eyed over-active imagination muscle flexing in vain again?
As a tiresome pedant, I think that should say “Yea though I paint in the Valley of the Shadow of Death I shall fear no Evil, for my Pot and my Brush shall Comfort me”.
Knew I could rely on thee Dr. D.
Ta… as it were 😉
My OBE for services to pedantry must come soon….
[Mind you, I don’t want people to think I actually believe the religious stuff; I just have the sort of memory that keeps that level of detail for sixty years, while I often can’t remember what I was going to get out of the fridge. A beer will have to do.]
Sheesh, me too. In fact I remember I often forget to remind myself not to forget to remember why I’ve just walked into another room.
I try to console myself with the fact that even Einstein was absent-minded ( if I remember correctly ) but somehow I’m still left with this horrible lingering worry..
” How will I know when I’m going gaga”.. says my dear old mum, now in residential care.
” When you stop asking that question… I think”, I tentatively say.