Our lives are filled with all sorts of lines. Especially mine, whilst in a household loving stripes. I have cooed enough about lines formed by shadows, so I shan’t. Instead, everyday this week, I shall pick a photo most representative of lines (from my albums) of each city/country I visited.
This one is Musée d’Orsay. Its steel arch structure with glass arch ceiling casts amazing shadows on itself as the light filters through. The space was amazing, with its natural light, and very faint soft shadows. This angle is fun too, spatially, in a different dimension altogether, are parallel lines of walls that puncture right through the space in its full length. Humans perch along this line, like pigeons sitting on the electric line. Adds life to the hard edge. Maybe what it needs are some plants to ease the overwhelming punch of grand masterpieces all in one space.
Exit the building into the outdoors! Not exactly. This photo was taken elsewhere far away in another arrondissement at the other bank of the River Seine. This view is from the top of our office. Tree-lined boulevards, avenues, jardins. Man-made lines softened with mother nature’s trees. I remember studying these plans for history class, and memorising all sorts of population densities and street widths. Yet it never hit me this hard that this is the level of urban density in a (more or less) low-rise city. City blocks, multiplied. Ouch. Yet life appears pretty comfortable (or is that popular myth?), despite the tiny rooms and tiny beds.
Life, as we live it.
The glamour we see, the drab that we don’t.
Ah well, life. We just live it.