The Accidental Impressionist


Sometimes you have to go with your accidents. I mean, what do you see here? Well, you wouldn't believe it if I told you.


Well, of course, you would. So I will.


There's a very good old photograph on the wall in the Sykesville Townhouse. I don't know who took it and I don't know when or what exactly is going on or who has the original, but I think it might be the celebration of a new fire engine.


It's a very interesting photo, and one day I took a photo of the photo so that I could study it later and see what I could figure out. The picture I took was lousy. You can even see me in it in the middle on the far left. At least I think that's me.


I clearly did not do this great photo justice, and in another story, I'll analyze it in more detail and try to figure out what's going on. But here's what happened. I opened the image in PhotoShop. And then I zoomed in so that I could see better.


The closer I got, the more the photo began to lose its detail and resemble an impressionist painting. So I zoomed in to the spot in the distance where there's a gathering under a banner that seems to go from tree to tree. And no, I do not know what happened to the trees.


Well, it was like I had arrived at some party in the past. I cropped it to get just the photo I wanted, then I applied a filter or two, and I ended up with the picture at the beginning of this post.


It's obviously not an accurate rendition of reality, but one day long ago in Sykesville, this gathering did take place on the grounds around the Townhouse, and all those people were there and were crowded together in just those outfits and in just those positions.


So it's real. And it's not real. Depending on how you look at it and how you think about these things.


Take another look. Make it as big as you can on your screen. There's a lot to see.

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