When taking photographs, I am always on the lookout for something that pulls a mundane scene into another realm. My eye is trained to look for things that will create a visceral reaction by the viewer. These types of shots are hard to find. They’re no good if they are staged. You have to happen upon them. And they are rare.
When I was visiting a friend in Tennessee, I happened upon one such scene that I had to capture. The photo is below.
The image is so mysterious. There’s innocence mixed with a sort of late autumn chill and a grave warning from beyond. The perfect image to evoke an emotional response.
The “Beware” sign made me think of “Beware the Jabberwock”, which too is a juxtaposition between childhood innocence and the more adult emotion of impending dread. The poem was featured by Lewis Carroll in his 1872 novel Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There, the follow up to Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.
The only way to make Beware the Jabberwock MORE eerie, would be to hear Christopher Lee read it aloud. Thankfully, the stars aligned properly and made that happen. See below:
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‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!’
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought –
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
‘And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.