It has been some time since I created anything I felt worthy of adding here. I have been busy but simply not doing anything that I felt anybody would bother to read about. Then came Noel. When I first read of the photo contest being run by Focus Magazine, I felt I should participate but then found reasons not to…there are just so many other things I am working on. One more thing on the list was the last thing I needed. However, Noel’s enthusiasm is contagious.
She immediately came up with the popular tune, “Windmills on your mind” which is filled with images and suggested we collaborate on it. How could I pass up the opportunity? We traveled to several sims looking for the ‘right’ windmill then Noel spent even more looking for the best objects that are mentioned in the tune. After taking the time to locate them, she took lots of photos of these in various lighting conditions and presented them to me.
In all of her hard work, I somehow got off track and mentioned visiting the beautiful Cammino & Vivo Capovolto, knowing that she would be amazed by the things she would see there. As expected, she was (and has many more photos to prove it). While admiring the art there, we discussed poses we might use for this photo. I pointed to a specific sculpture thinking it would be “perfect”. She agreed. At that moment, neither of us knew what a challenge it would be for me to re-create that pose and so that we could become that sculpture.
True to form. after several days of me creating this image, I found myself editing things that nobody would likely notice and she started feeling that I had put so much time into it that it had become ‘mine’, was no longer a collaboration, and that she would contribute the photo she had already begun working on before this one emerged from our discussions.
Though she is very much the inspiration and responsible for this image, I appreciate that she wanted to create something that she had more control of. The fact is that this image would not exist without her.
“Windmills Of Your Mind”
(originally by Noel Harrison)
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that’s turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it’s face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it’s own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it’s face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walking along the shore
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
