August 16, 2013 by allsho
I know it’s something you are not supposed to do. Like pointing old ladies with your finger, or poking strangers on the street, or shouting “This is Sparta” in a mall.
You never compose an image in halves. There’s the famous rule of thirds still holding since when photography didn’t even exist.
But I like geometry. I love symmetry. And I like the sound of “bisect”. So, here you are, a nice bisection operated by a mirror, with my aid (I shot the picture, but I didn’t shoot no deputy), in a dream place we visited today (together with a lot of people endowed with great minds who thought like us).
Of course the children tried their best in order to see what’s on the other side of the mirror. But apart from occasional wetness on their clothes, I am rather proud of my 5- and 4-years-old boys (and of their 5-years-old girl friend who came along) for walking a 300 mt altitude gap uphill, then walking around the lake, then walking the same 300 mt altitude gap downhill, taking a short nap in the car on our way home, and now still being able to be alive and kicking at 10pm when I feel like a jellyfish on the shore. And I see another bisection happening there: dividing those who grow up from those who grow old.