尘与雪

If you come to me at this moment, your minutes will become hours, your hours will become days, and your days will become a lifetime.Ever since my house burnt down, I see the moon more clearly, I gazed upon the Evens that have fallen in me, I saw Evens that I had held in my hands, but let go, I saw promises I did not keep, Pains I did not sooth,Wounds I did not heal, tears I did not shed, I saw deaths I did not mourn,Prayers I did not answer, doors I did not open, doors I did not close, Lovers I left behind, And dreams I did not live, I saw all that was offered to me, that I could not accept. I saw the letters I wished for, but never received; I saw all that could have been, but never will be.An elephant with his trunk raised is a letter to the stars; A breaching whale is a letter from the bottom of the sea. These images are a letter to my dreams, these letters are my letters to you.My heart is like an old house, who’s windows have not been opened for years, But now I hear the windows opening, I remember the cranes floating above the melting snows of the Himalayas, Sleeping on tails of manatees, the songs of the bearded seals, the bark of the zebra, the clicks of the sand, the ears of the caracals, the sway of the elephants, the breaching of whales, and the silhouette of the eland, I remember the curl of the meerkat’s toes, floating on the Ganges, sailing on the Nile; I remember wandering through the corridors of Hatshepsut and the faces of many women, endless seas and thousands of miles of rivers. I remember father to children ,and the taste; I remember the pealing of the peach, I remember everything, But I do not remember ever having left.I can’t tell if you are getting closer or farther away, I long for the serenity I found when I looked upon your face, Perhaps if your face could be returned to me now, I would find it easier to recover the face I seemed to have lost, My own.The whales do not sing because they have an answer, they sing because they have a song.What matters, is not what is written on the page, what matters, is what is written in the heart, So burn the letters, and lay their ashes on the snow, at the river’s edge when spring comes and the snow melts, and the rivers rises, return to the banks of the river, and reread my letters with your eyes closed, let the words and the images wash over your body like waves. Reread the letters, with your hand cupped over your ear.In the beginning of time, the skies were filled with flying elephants, Every night they lay down in the same place in the sky, And dream with one eye open. When you gaze up at the stars at night, You are looking into the unblinking eyes of elephants, who sleep with one eye open, to best keep watch over us.Remember your dreams… remember your dreams… remember…?The longer I watch the Savanna elephants, the more I listen, the more that i open, they remind me of who I am.May the guardian elephants hear my wishto collaborate with all the musicians of nature's orchestra. I want to see through the eyes of the elephant. I want to join the dance that has no steps. I want to become the dance.I can't tell if you are getting closer or farther away. I long for the serenity I found when I looked upon your face. Perhaps if your face could be returned to me now, I would find it easier to recover, the face I seemed to have lost.My ownFeather to firefire to bloodblood to bonebone to marrowmarrow to ashesashes to snowfeather to firefire to bloodblood to bonebone to marrowmarrow to ashesashes to snowfeather to firefire to bloodblood to bonebone to marrowmarrow to ashesashes to snowfeather to firefire to bloodblood to bonebone to marrowmarrow to ashesashes to snowfeather to firefire to bloodblood to bonebone to marrowmarrow to ashesashes to snowfeather to firefire to bloodblood to bonebone to marrowmarrow to ashesashes to snowThe whales do not sing because they have an answer.They sing because they have a song.What matters, is not what is written on the page, what matters, is what is written in the heart. So burn the letters. And lay their ashes on the snow. At the river's edge, when spring comes and the snow melts.And the river rizesReturn to the banks of the riverAnd reread my letters with your eyes closedLet the words and the imageswash over your body like wavesReread the letters,with your hand cupped over your earListen to the songs of EdenPage, after page, after pageFly the bird pathFlyFlyFly

尘与雪 (2005)8.62005 / 美国 / 剧情 纪录片 / 格利高里·考伯特 / 劳伦斯·菲什伯恩 让娜·莫罗

If you come to me at this momentYour minutes will become hoursYour hours will become daysAnd your days will become a lifetimeTo the Princess of the ElephantsI dissapeared exactly one year agoOn that day, I received a letterIt called me back to the place where my life with the Elephants began Please forgive me for the silence between us has been unbroken for one yearThis letter breaks that silenceIt marks the first of my three hundred and sixty five letters to youOne for each day of silenceI will never be more myself, than in these lettersThey are my maps of the bird pathAnd they are all that I knowTo be trueYou will remember everythingAll will be as beforeIn the begining of time, the skies were filled with flying elephantsEvery night they lay down in the same place in the skyAnd dreamt with one eye openWhen you gaze up at the stars at nightYou are looking into the unblinking eyes of elephants, who sleep with one eye openTo best keep watch over usEver since my house burnt downI see the moon more clearlyI gazed upon all the Edens that have fallen in meI saw Edens that I had held in my hands, but let goI saw promises I did not keepPains I did not soothWounds I did not healTears I did not shedI saw deaths I did not mournPrayers I did not answerDoors I did not openDoors I did not closeLovers I left behindAnd dreams I did not liveI saw all that was offered to me, that I could not acceptI saw the letters I wished for, but never receivedI saw all that could have been, but never will beAn elephant with his trunk raised is a letter to the starsA breaching whale is a letter from the bottom of the seaThese images are a letter to my dreamsThese letters are my letters to youMy heart is like an old house, who's windows have not been opened for yearsBut now I hear the windows openingI remember the cranes floating above the melting snows of the HimalayasSleeping on tails of manateesThe songs of the bearded sealsThe bark of the zeebraThe clicks of the sandThe ears of the caracalsThe sway of the elephantsThe breaching of whalesAnd the silhouette of the elandI remember the curl of the meerkat's toesFloating on the GangesSailing on the NileAscending the steps of ****** *****I remember wandering through the corridors of Hatshepsut and the faces of many womenEndless seas and thousands of miles of rivers...I remember father to children......And the taste...I remember......and the pealing of the peach...I remember everythingBut I do not remember ever having leftremember your dreamsremember your dreamsremember your dreamsrememberThe longer I watch the Savanna elephants,the more I listen, the more that I open,they remind me of who I amMay the guardian elephants hear my wish to collaborate with all the musicians of nature's orchestraI want to see through the eyes of the elephantI want to join the dance that has no stepsI want to become the danceI can't tell if you are getting closer or farther awayI long for the serenity I found when I looked upon your facePerhaps if your face could be returned to me now,I would find it easier to recover the face I seemed to have lost my ownFeather to firefire to bloodblood to bonebone to marrowmarrow to ashesashes to snowThe whales do not sing because they have an answer.They sing because they have a song.What matters, is not what is written on the page,what matters, is what is written in the heart.So burn the lettersAnd lay their ashes on the snowAt the river's edgeWhen spring comes and the snow meltsAnd the river rizesReturn to the banks of the riverAnd reread my letters with your eyes closedLet the words and the images wash over your body like wavesReread the letters, with your hand cupped over your earListen to the songs of EdenPage, after page, after pageFly the bird pathFlyFlyFly

我有足够的理由相信任何一次暂停任何一个画面都是一副美丽的作品.仅仅62分钟,极少的语言.本人不才,看的不是很认真,毕竟不适合我的口味.太过高深.一直回旋着他说的remember your dreams...remember your dreams...remember...拖着进度条看完的.也相信很少人适应于这样的电影.只是,真的很美.只是基调是悲哀的.像是一种超越,又像是一场回归.孩子,沙尘,天,云,树,海,大象,鲸鱼,海牛,猎豹.....　　Feather to fire 　　Fire to blood 　　Blood to bone 　　Bone to marrow 　　Marrow to ashes 　　Ashes to snow 感觉到了静止...太过宁静的和谐,是我们所无法企及的.

-1.你多久没有认真的观察过一个事物？

你多久没有长时间凝视过一个人的眼睛，一个动物的眼睛？

包括你的宠物2.如果长期凝视这些与人类相处在一起的朋友，你会思考我们和物质的区别是什么，从分子结构层面看，我们没有区别；从生物层面看，我们似乎拥有智慧，但是“智慧”这个由人类定义的词汇，它的真正价值是什么，对于人类，对于地球来说。

3.那么，站在人类的视角之外，时间的流动是怎样的？

人类计算时间的指标来自于我们的观察，来自于太阳系运行的规律。

我们周边的事物总是按照同样规律的时间在变化，我们已经习惯了在这样的频率中与时间相处，如果改变时间的节奏，你会看到什么？

你是否可以借用这样的机会脱离自己，脱离出人类的视角 3.羽变火，火变血，血变骨，骨变髓，髓变尘，尘变雪。

是这部片的主题，也就是人性、神性、兽性、物性、天性一体 摄影师想通过放慢时间的节奏，长时间凝视某个事物，以稳定的构图减少视觉元素中可能的干扰，帮助我们参悟对世界一体的理解。

所谓道不可言说，他想要做到尽可能的少，但仍然需要设置一些提示。

这部电影的留言中，有一些人看出了焦虑，那可能是我们内心被快节奏的生活调整到了一定频率，无法在尘世中保持安静。

每一天我们都在接触大量的视觉信息，我们的眼睛很少在一个事物上停留，我们习惯了不断去寻找新鲜，发现未知。

被画面的安静所吸引，是因为它与我们的生活有着如此的不同，当新鲜感过去，眼睛、心灵便会对这种安静不耐烦起来。

大隐隐于市

"feather to firefire to blood blood to bonebone to marrowmarrow to ashesashes to snow"用理性的和谐去感化一种纯粹的东西...

第一次打开这支君を乗せて的mad版mv（http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWvFm4-Yzyo&eurl），瞬间我就怔住了，叹服其超凡的色调和视角，正在恍惚之间被女声唤醒，目光上移，world's end girlfriend featuring 湯川潮音，那一刻真有一种血脉喷张的感觉。

不过这种兴奋马上又被慢推进的画面和汤川的吟唱抚平，静静地我看完了长达十分钟的这支mv，当最后一点余音消逝之时，若有所失并不自觉地按下了replay，那时已是半夜一点，周围的静谧像催化剂一样使每一桢画面每一个音符溶解扩散，就这样又看了半个钟头，眼眶有些湿润了。

旋即在论坛发帖感叹，次日得知画面挪用了Gregory Colbert的这本《ashes and snow》，连夜下载啃掉了神作。

至此对这支五星mv的认识才告一段落，不禁佩服作者敏锐的嗅觉，音画的完美组合使被糅合的双方的表现力都上升了一个层次。

也不知道是不是巧合，宫崎动画的环保内线和Gregory Colbert所要表现的人与自然的和谐不谋而合，愈发烘托其成为经典。

尘与雪也是一部值得大书特书的杰作，每一桢截下来都可以用来当桌面。

无法想象导演为了提炼这些有如停滞了的瞬间需要反复做多少尝试，被拍摄者和这些动物稍纵即逝的默契该如何表现，其捕捉，定位，构思的千万种可能性又是何其纷繁复杂，更不用说其中一些危险镜头。

赌上性命追求那么几分钟的和谐美，拾起生命中难得一见的片断并与我们分享，让人不得不对拍摄者肃然起敬。

全片刻意压抑人类的地位，出现的人自始至终没有睁开过眼，动物与人互不侵害各自完成着自己的每一个动作，然而镜头却把这两者融合，于是我们看倒了海牛抹香鲸缓缓游过，大象若无其事地任凭小船飘过，老鹰掠过起舞的祭司，端坐在祖孙二人身边的花豹，感觉上真正有交集就只有一头一尾一男一女的两次接触，一切都显得那么平静，没有冲突，没有焦躁。

音乐之美源于对画面的解读，这点weg的音乐稍显喧宾夺主，毕竟人家希望你更多的关注镜头下的东西，这里祭司起舞和大象过河那段就要讨巧地多，片子的节奏也随之时快时慢，相比大段的留白有了起伏。

再者就是拍摄的技巧，我这种外行只能随便欣赏下了，尽管如此还是能隐约感受到某些画面与众不同，印象最深的就是水中和沙漠的好几次运镜对背景的舍弃，视线全都集中在主题身上，通过光影反射配合色调控制让人有种在工作室内褒出来的错觉，很风格化的东西。

当然这片子还有我觉得不过瘾的地方，内容少跳跃多，搞得像纪录片却还是风光片，不过这也只是一个头衔的问题，无伤大雅...

对于自然的赞歌，镜头之美反映自然之美，同时也非常强调人在其中的重要位置，而这部影片中的人有非常强烈的宗教和类原始部族的色彩。

我绝对不相信影片中画面中人和自然的互动和关系，是一种自然或天然的状态，但这可能是导演心中理想的一种艺术抽象。

以前也看过关于自然的纪录片，基本都没有人的出镜，可以想象如果出现人类的话就会显得很突兀，即反映的是必须人类隐而不见自然才能和谐。

《阿凡达》中的纳美人和星球上的动物自然相处也似乎很和谐，但那也是基于一种绝对征服与被征服关系达到的和谐，影片中有一个很有标志性的镜头，即用头发连接。

但这部有人参与的影片非常的和谐，人和动物或自然之间没有在表面上拥有驯化关系，而是彼此陪伴生存共同去实现这样一种和谐和美丽。

人性和野性的被剥夺。

影片塑造宗教，庄严，高雅，圣洁的感觉，所有的人都面无表情，不被允许表达情绪（生命力不是一种情绪，是没有棱角的）；所有的动物都很顺从，被剥夺了野性。

整部影片给人感觉是美得不真实，一直到鬣狗出现才有了一些真实的感觉，因为它们没有被驯服。

这在一定程度上磨灭了人性和动物的本能。

驯服关系在镜头之外的真实存在。

这虽然是导演理想中的自然状态，但拍摄过程本身却一定是不自然的，是摆拍的，一定有指着驯象师说让它躺下、对着训鸟师说让他在这扇动翅膀，驯化关系在镜头之外是真实存在的。

这是我的两个担忧，即这是能反映人类自己理想的状态，但却是一种不可达的状态，因为扭曲了人和动物或自然的本性。

所以我觉得这个影片很美，其表现的对人与自然和谐关系的幻想是非常珍贵的，但这种人与自然的关系是不可欲不可实现也没有必要去实现的乌托邦，而不是一个曾经出现的状态，也不是一个真实可以追求的状态。

无限的接近，也是无限的失去－－正如拥抱，那么的近，却看不见彼此的脸。

我恐惧美丽，尽管我向往。

就像我喜欢着繁华，而于繁华中又总是止不住内心的荒凉，那些狂欢，在彼此陶醉的满足表情中我总是看到无尽的寂寞，我在寂寞中惶恐不安，因为我知道我必然要面对无穷的孤独－－在一切华美消逝的背后。

《尘与雪》是华丽的，每一个镜头乃至每一个动作；《尘与雪》又是荒凉的，因为你不自觉会从中看到无穷的悲伤，那些仿若来自亘古的映像，那些悲怆而苍凉的音乐，无时不扯动着你的神经，让你不自觉的回忆，在一种无法释怀的情绪中想起生命、想起曾经、想起惦恋、想起你所爱的所恨的。

美丽，也支离破碎。

它是一首赞歌，它是一首长诗。

它在假设，假设一切生命之于这个世界的平和以及平等。

传说上帝的眼中满是火焰，所以上帝总是可以看到被吞噬的痛苦，但是当你看到花豹与人的相偎的景像以及鲨鱼与人共舞的美姿，你就难免不怀疑上帝眼中的真－－是的，这是一个圈套，是堕入劫难与罪恶的始。

我们容易迷于这个世界的表象，以为爱了，就不会有恨；以为喜了，就不会有悲；以为笑了，就不会哭泣；以为彼此拥有，即是永远不会失去。

而我们总是忘记开始即是结束，恰如这镜头中的美。

开始即是我的结束。

不要相信美，因为美是残酷的痛；不要亲近美，因为美是灼热的伤；不要相信誓言，因为没有永远；不要拥抱，因为看不见彼此的脸；不要爱，它是恨的根源；不要回忆，它只是曾经。

当下，向当下投降。

Ever since my house burnt down,I see the moon more clearly.I gazed upon all the Edens that have fallen in me.I saw Edens that I had held in my hands,but let go.I saw promises I did not keep,Pains I did not sooth.Wounds I did not heal,Tears I did not shed,I saw deaths I did not mourn,Prayers I did not answer,Doors I did not open,Doors I did not close,Lovers I left behind,And dreams I did not live,I saw all that was offered to me,that I could not accept,I saw the letters I wished for,but never received,I saw all that could have been,but never will be!《尘与雪》只是一个相，为这个荒芜的世界所展示的一个假设的美好，我见，我感，亦过眼云烟。

于是刹那间，我明白了我的不爱，于是我明白了为什么我总爱从荒芜中找寻希望，因为我能从中看到了真。

这部片子很多人喜欢，豆瓣评分更是奇高，不过本人看后却不以为然。

作为纪录片，本片的缺点是显而易见的。

使本片分高的地方在于所谓的心灵与灵修，以及人与自然和谐等因素。

但是摄影作品的质量并没有因为这些理念得到提升，反而是让人感受到其中的矫饰之处。

人工饲养的动物用来体现人与自然的和谐是很可疑的，也不能不说是很讽刺的。

动物摄影有几个代表的体系。

其中之一是宠物摄影，比如Elliott Erwitt和Herbert List。

宠物摄影有一个类型类似cosplay，这种类型起源很早， 产生个人风格的William Wegman可以归于时尚摄影谱系，他的摄影作品具有行为艺术般的戏剧性与幽默感，远非一般的宠物摆拍可比。

Elliott Erwitt

Herbert List

1900年代，图片来源美国国家地理微博

书籍封面，William Wegman: Being Human 其中之一是科学摄影，以Paul Starosta为代表，他的摄影作品启发了很多诗人和艺术家。

这一系统和以美国国家地理为代表的生物摄影最为人所知。

Paul Starosta

David Doubilet 此外就是有些许个人风格的摄影师，比如Sebastiao Salgado的创世纪， Tomasz Gudzowaty的Closer。

Sebastiao Salgado

Tomasz Gudzowaty 个人风格更为成熟的野生动物摄影师有二十世纪六七十年代的Peter Beard，二十一世纪初的Nick Brandt。

前者拍摄的白人打猎场景与动物尸体触目惊心，并且利用拼贴绘画进行创作表达；后者最开始拍摄纪实性作品，后来走向类似装置艺术的场景构建。

Peter Beard作品

这个照片中的黑人展示了象牙，是典型的摆拍

戏剧化的场景

拼贴绘画创作

动物尸体Nick Brandt作品

长时间跟踪拍摄野生动物才能拍出的效果

展示象牙

野生动物消亡，环境恶化

现代工具与野生生物的生存困境

同样是野生动物与人类摆拍合影，照片人物的表情与传达的理念大相径庭 Elliot Ross的动物有一种人的感觉，仿佛给动物赋予了精神。

Olivier Richon的动物拿着人造物体，像是实验中的场景，思考了人与动物之间的区别与共同之处。

Karen Knorr让动物置身与人造建筑中，仿佛动物是建筑的主人，对地域文化与建筑功用进行思考。

Garry Winogrand将人与动物进行对比，动物园中人与动物互相观看，有一种幽默效果。

南非摄影师Pieter Hugo拍摄的动物照片也值得注意，体现了驯化者与野生动物的表面和谐下的紧张关系，给人以强烈刺激。

Elliot Ross

Olivier Richon

Karen Knorr

Garry Winogrand

照片中人物进行展示表演，但其中动物的牙齿和铁链体现出的绝不是一派和谐的关系 再说回本片，看图片。

本片人物大多闭眼，也许是表达了冥想的状态

大象仿佛尸体一般，和Peter Beard照片对比，好似对着尸体念经，虚伪感顿生

与Pieter Hugo对比，和谐的背后是驯化，人与动物的关系被遮蔽。

不过电影中鬣狗一段看起来有些紧张，暴露出本片体现出的和谐的本质 其实，本片的拍摄手法是和时尚摄影如出一辙，且看以下照片。

Richard Avedon的照片，注意动物的锁链与女人的腰带，代表背后的时尚业控制与审美

Cristina De Middel的非洲宇航员系列， 结合时尚摄影手法， 模糊了虚构与纪实档案的区别。

西班牙摄影的一路， 继承了Joan Fontcuberta的关于虚构与真相的创作理念。

本片中的摄影是作者把自己观念强加于动物之上的体现，这也是有关心灵或者灵修的艺术普遍的缺点。

比如台湾著名摄影师冯君蓝的微尘圣象系列，就有明显的缺点，在我看来是不够动人的。

冯君蓝，微尘圣象系列。

照片有题目，均为圣经人物，是一种图解式摄影 最后，还要推荐几个关于动物的摄影大师，都是极为经典的。

Ragnar Axelsson的北极英雄，壮观的北极风光

深濑昌久的鸦，是他的精神与心理状态的体现，实际并不属于动物摄影

Aleksandras Macijauskas的兽医院系列，广角镜头下的动物，别具美感

Stephen Gill具有实验性质的不在场摄影，有着独特的视角，展示了不受人为干预的动物世界注：图片来源于网络

I gazed upon all the Edens that have fallen in me我看见了所有赐予我的幸福I saw Edens that l had held in my hands but let go所有转瞬即逝的欢乐I saw promises l did not keep我看见了我违背的誓言Pains I did not sooth不曾释怀的痛楚Wounds I did not heal未能痊愈的伤痛Tears I did not shed压抑住的泪水I saw deaths I did not mourn我看见了我不曾哀悼的死亡Prayers I did not answer没有回应的祈祷Doors l did not openDoors l did not close未曾开启的门和始终开放的门Lovers Ileft behind我看见了被我遗弃的爱人Lovers Ileft behind我看见了被我遗弃的爱人I saw all that was offered to me,that I could not accept我看见了所有给予我却不能接受的一切I saw the letters I wished for,but never received我看见了我期盼的却未能收到的来信I saw all that could have been,but never will be我看见了所有应该发生但从未发生的一切The whales do not sing becausethey have an answer.鲸鱼有了答案后不再歌唱They sing because they have a song.他们歌唱是因为有了歌