Herewith my opinions re this week's gallery: Yoram Gelman - Hudson Evening This may be stating the obvious, but there is no movement in the image, but a viewer with a highly developed imagination (or memory) will see or sense it. One's personal history will also shape the emotions such a scene elicits. Being prone to gloominess, I see this as a metaphor of solitude, of being disconnected from both society and the natural world. Others may recall a pleasant summer evening at the lake. Roger Eichhorn - Honey Bee on Escalonia If this were my image, I'd crop in close to emphasize the subject, thus: http://pics.livejournal.com/forioscribe/pic/0054xw0w D.L. Shipman - There's a masculine harshness and implied violence in that explosion of red, which in a sense overwhelms the feminine nature of flowers. Which brings to mind all sorts of speculation as to what emotions we may ascribe to various colors. How would we react to this composition were the flower pastel blue?
