What I see is a recessed ceiling alcove with little circular windows surrounding a chandelier that hangs at the top of a circular staircase. What I think is this view is disorienting!
presupposes a disorientation.
– Hans Magnus Enzensberg
What I see is a fish and its reflection. What I think is if you look below the surface, you will find a treasure.
People say I make strange choices,
but they’re not strange for me.
My sickness is that I’m fascinated by human behavior,
by what’s underneath the surface,
by the worlds inside people.
– Johnny Depp
What I see is a great sky…with a bunch of ugly trailers in front of it. What I thought when I saw this in person was, “What a shame that I can’t get a better shot!” What I think now is those trailers don’t change the fact that the sky above them is lovely.
Beauty is not in the face;
beauty is a light in the heart.
– Kahlil Gibran
From The Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden’s Festival of Lights last year. What I see is a light display that makes me think of lollipops. What I think is they look good enough to eat!
What I see is various pictures of flowers that I have taken this year.
What I think is that I like sharing them with you.
Happiness held is the seed;
Happiness shared is the flower.
– John Harrigan
I've been thinking about details recently. What I see in this photo is a detail shot of a little metal tea pot. I've always liked this picture, the shiny metal, the matte feel of the black wooden handle and how it fades into insubstantiality. What I think is the cut and curves of the metal plate seem beautiful, almost a work of art.
Art is beauty,
the perpetual invention of detail,
the choice of words,
the exquisite care of execution.
– Theophile Gautier
This was a window display for a kitchen supply store, back in the dog days of summer when the temperatures made you feel almost as desperate as this guy. What I see is what remains of someone who almost made it. What I think is that you shouldn't wait too long to go after what you need to make life worth while.
Fortune helps those
I took this photo at Lewis Ginter Botanical Gardens when they were doing their holiday lights display. What I see is a multi-colored sphere, prettily lit from the inside, that seems to be floating in mid-air. What I think is it's important to allow ourselves a few illusions in life.
You can’t depend on your eyes
when your imagination is out of focus.
– Mark Twain
A look through the storefront of one of Fredericksburg's many "antique malls". Every historical town has their fair share of these, filled to the brim with other people's trash and treasures. What I see is a carousel horse, which first caught my eye, but also a picture of a man. Old pictures like this can be found at any antique store, and I always wonder how they made their way out of the family and into the public. Did the family die out? Or did the picture just lose its value because they no longer remember who this man was? What I think is that he was important once. He lived; he was a baby and a boy and then a man, and someone loved him. Maybe that's enough.
I made my life my monument.
– Ben Johnson
A comment CW made here last week put me in mind of all the photos I treasure, even though they are very far from perfect. This is one of them. What I see is an old picture of my high-school friend, poorly framed, blurry, and a lot orange. What I think of is how like memory this is, fuzzy and imperfect, and yet the whole story is there, of friendship and laughter, big hair, priceless works of art, and goofing off after school.
We don’t remember days;
we remember moments.
– Cesare Pavese
I snapped this picture the day my sister and I took the girls for a walk downtown. Seeing these cats sitting in the window made me happy for no particular reason. What I see is a window sill filled with someone else's nick nacks. What I think of is how much happiness our little treasures can bring us.
They were all so happy they could hardly speak at first.
They just looked with shining eyes
at those lovely Christmas presents.
But Laura was happiest of all. Laura had a rag doll.
Laura sat down on the edge of the bed and held her doll.
She loved her red mittens and she loved the candy,
but she loved her doll best of all. She named her Charlotte.
– Laura Ingalls Wilder
Little House in the Big Woods