Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Wordless Wednesday ~ December 16, 2015

Check out these WW contributors too:

Cheryl Andrews
Carin Makuz
Barbara Lambert
Allyson Latta
Elizabeth Yeoman


  1. What a marvellously timely shot, Allison! Very nice too, the contrast between the circular clock faces and the lines of the panelling behind. I wondered at first what it would be like to walk into that ticking atmosphere --- but now I see that almost every clock tells a different time; so perhaps the winder has found the job behind her energy level?
    Terrific picture. Also, I think some are "chronometers" rather than just clocks? Yes?
    Thanks for another wordless gasp of pleasure on clicking on.

  2. "TIME" for sale. Even on sale, perhaps? At a bargain price? How much would I buy, could I buy ... dare I? Which chunk of a previous life episode would I buy? One to relish or repair? Intriguing and thought-provoking image, Allison. Love it.

  3. This makes me think of 'kairos' and 'chronos'. I lean towards a preference for kairos, never wear a watch, will happily forgo event 'B' to linger awhile in the bliss of event 'A'. But I suppose each have their place-- quantitative/qualitative time; it's always about balance, isn't it...

    "I must govern the clock, not be governed by it." ~Golda Meir

    "I must govern the clock, not be governed by it." ~ Golda Meir

  4. There is a theme flight running through this week's set of photos. On Cheryl's panther, Barbara's glasses and map, and now in patches on the faces of these clocks. There is something so intriguing about this photo - why ARE all the clocks telling different times?

    1. Damn autocorrect. I should have proof read but I meant "theme of light" above, not "theme flight".

  5. It reminded me of a book that fascinated me as a child, The Thirteen Clocks, by James Thurber (though you have a lot more than thirteen here). I've just looked it up and it begins: "Once upon a time, in a gloomy castle on a lonely hill, where there were thirteen clocks that wouldn’t go, there lived a cold, aggressive Duke, and his niece, the Princess Saralinda. She was warm in every wind and weather, but he was always cold. His hands were as cold as his smile, and almost as cold as his heart. …" How's that for a photo that suggests a story?