I haven’t shot any urban decay for a while because I couldn’t find a message in my fine art work, but one day it came to me. The meaning of these photographs is that everything will some day return to the earth. These photographs document this process.
I’ve been unable to find anything out about the Lafferty Farm in Medford, NJ. so I’m unable to tell the story of what happened at this house.
Mono no aware: the Pathos of Things
The meaning of the phrase mono no aware is complex and has changed over time, but it basically refers to a “pathos” (aware) of “things” (mono), deriving from their transience. In the classic anthology of Japanese poetry from the eighth century, the Many?sh?, the feeling of aware is typically triggered by the plaintive calls of birds or other animals. It also plays a major role in the world’s first novel, Murasaki Shikibu’s Genji monogatari (The Tale of Genji), from the early eleventh century. The somewhat later Heike monogatari (The Tale of the Heike Clan) begins with these famous lines, which clearly show impermanence as the basis for the feeling of mono no aware:
The sound of the Gion sh?ja bells echoes the impermanence of all things; the color of the s?laflowers reveals the truth that the prosperous must decline. The proud do not endure, they are like a dream on a spring night; the mighty fall at last, they are as dust before the wind. (McCullough 1988)And here is Kenk? on the link between impermanence and beauty: “If man were never to fade away like the dews of Adashino, never to vanish like the smoke over Toribeyama, how things would lose their power to move us! The most precious thing in life is its uncertainty” (Keene, 7). The acceptance and celebration of impermanence goes beyond all morbidity, and enables full enjoyment of life:
How is it possible for men not to rejoice each day over the pleasure of being alive? Foolish men, forgetting this pleasure, laboriously seek others; forgetting the wealth they possess, they risk their lives in their greed for new wealth. But their desires are never satisfied. While they live they do not rejoice in life, but, when faced with death, they fear it—what could be more illogical?
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Hi, these photos are very beautiful but I wanted to let you know this isn’t the Lafferty farm in Medford NJ. I’m a Lafferty and the farm is my grandparents. It is not a functioning farm but it’s still my grandmothers home. I go there all the time.