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The pink parasol of protection shades the Suburbanite from the harsh rays of their sun gods scolding gaze. The acolytes of the sun tan then turn bronzing themselves in ritualistic bath of light. They bronze their flesh through ultra violet communion beneath their sun gods scalding might. |
Friday, May 6, 2011
Ultraviolet Communion - Suburbia
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What I love most about this photo is how alone the parasol is. People leaving their jobs and stress to run to the beach to hang out with all the other people who wanted to get away and be alone. To me the parasol does more then protect from the sun it also creates a shady little oasis, a boundary of your grainy land that you've staked out for the day and everyone needs to keep clear of that shadow. An element of privacy while communally escaping and there it is, a public beach, a place to escape and we still choose our own form of isolation. My towel. My parasol. My piece of land now shut up and let me imagine I'm in the the Caribbean.
ReplyDeleteGreat pic. Makes me want to run away and hide under it to take a break from life.
ReplyDeleteJason, so true! This is totally representative of what we do. Buy land for its scenic beauty, ruin the ascetic by adding neon Hawaii, and then get mad at our neighbors for doing the same.
ReplyDeleteJason you are very right, this parasol was a good 10 minute walk down the beach away from all of the other parasols, planted like a flag in a more secluded area with beautiful nature all around. It was very much all alone, which says a lot about it's owner.
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