Pharaoh At A Fair
This antique photo from a lost archive in the corner of an old library somewhere in the city depicts a forgotten ruler in an ancient land reminding me of the Shelley poem, “OZYMANDIAS,” and the lines,
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter’d visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp’d on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock’d them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
No…wait. It’s just the front of a children’s ride at a summer street fair. It swings up and back, holding 2-3 squealing, screaming, laughing kids on warm nights surrounded by electric lights, the smells of carnival food, and clumps of every size and shape people slowly walking, talking. I worked it up in Photoshop. It was late at night in winter when I just had to create an image. Looked through many photos on file, then came to this one. Pushed and pulled, cropped, removed then added color. A nice experiment. Sorry for the confusion.
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