Me and symmetry.

I was just looking again at the 4th photo from today's post. I don't really love the way the grass looks. In fact I'd tinker (more like tinker/cagefight) around with that for days if I were printing it. But I love the symmetry. Or, to be more technical, the asymmetrical balance.

My brain, which, apparently, thinks it's very funny, has been running this through, um...itself...while I shoot lately - "What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?" Not that I'm shooting tigers, but I do want to capture fearful symmetry. My version is more like boiling a tiger down to one, balanced, perfectly quiet ear rather than leaving the claws and teeth on. I may have to use that line as an entire artist's statement at some point. It's more honest and does more in the way of explaining my photo work than anything I've written so far. 

Here's William Blake's  poem in it's entirety:

 

The Tyger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,

In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire in thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art?
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand, and what dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb, make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?