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I found this on a church grounds. It made me think how single image can have many meanings. To some this is a symbol ment to scare slaves crossing this river to hide in Ohio. To others it was a rope kids would climb and hold on while a friend would swing them back and forth. Our challenge is to leave room for different perspectives.
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Slakejustice says:
To me this image is a symbol of Cline Eastwood getting really really angry! Of course that scene was not a picturesque! Nice one Chuck!
Rhino says:
I've passed that many of times, and never thought to take a photo. Nice Capture!
Chuckmadden says:
Bill, thanks!
Chuckmadden says:
Ryan, thanks.. I had passed it many times too.. each time wondering when would be the best time to catch this.. I decided daybreak
Bogart40 says:
Awesome!! Daybreak is a magical time for photographers, Well done!!
Chuckmadden says:
Robert, thank you. The lighting sure helped me on this morn!
Woodstock says:
very interesting.... a deep human insight that touches with words.. and picture.. i have known a few symbols of this image.. one, a couple friends took their life... and childhood swinging... cowboys! touching... (where?)
Woodstock says:
Into the undying night To the river of freedom, Less the shackles rattle and clank They speak the sound of my name. If I’m caught, the rope will swing Never to see “the beautiful river,” The river of the Ohio. One hundred lashes Bound to an old cypress tree I helped my wife and child to escape, “To that river in the north Just follow that bright star, Cause someday, someday We’ll be together, someday.” Fifty more lashes For setting my family free, Never to see my only child Tied to this old tree. Just one chance you have At the fall of dusk After the fields, The breaking heat of the day. To escape into the night And to the north That lantern of light sings. Freedom, freedom, freedom Those sweet words echo In the hollow of my mind, Freedom, freedom, freedom The hound dogs are a calling my name. Into the undying night To the river of freedom, Less the shackles rattle and clank They speak the sound of my name. If I’m caught, the rope will swing Never to see my family, Beyond “the beautiful river” The river of the Ohio.
Chuckmadden says:
WoW Tim, that is great and it fits the photo so well.. who is the author?
Woodstock says:
Tim Cannon ;)
Woodstock says:
where is this chuck?
Chuckmadden says:
Tim, this is in an abandoned church yard on Eastern Ave. It is on the same side as the Verdin Company just past it if you are going east bound.
Woodstock says:
thank you....