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Images, slop, and the metaphor layer in storytelling

A vague developing thought on image-generation LLMs: used to be with image banks etc that you’d have to find a metaphor that worked and apply it, creating a layer that made readers think a little differently about the piece. Not everything — “senior looks baffled by technology” stock photos will always be with us — but broad writing would often be paired with conceptual visuals.

You’d sift through some banks and look for something that makes connective sense, but isn’t literally the headline regurgitated as a vaguely Ghibliesque picture. Or, saints be praised, hire and work with an artist who brings an intelligent interpretation to the piece.

You’re writing something on, I don’t know, inheritance tax. How do you show the positive or negative (depending on your slant) of this? To the image bank, or ask an artist for help: you might not be thinking of “large fish eats smaller fish” or “the old piggy banks where the hand grabs the coin” but once you see them, you think “oh, that’s an interesting way to look at this” and you’re off to the races. You’re forced into a metaphorhical framework.

Now that you can generate literal slop (both meanings of literal) to illustrate. Type “inheritance tax is bad” into an AI image generator and you get this kind of good-enough shiny horseshit, which adds no value to the overall piece, it’s just confirmatory noise (and eerily close to the “senior baffled by technology” trope:

We’re losing a layer of metaphor:substance in illustrated pieces in favour of literal:literal, and I think that ultimately makes the reading and thinking components just a little bit worse.

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Daily Walk Kingston, Ontario Life in general Photography

Morning Walk: August 8, 2025

A stroll down Princess St. and up through Doug Fluhler (sp?) Park…

Chicken at Gallery Raymond

The People’s Hammer!!

Old Timey Chemist Stuff at Graham Pharmacy

A Cute Booth at Midori

I love the Screening Room!

Window display at Minotaur

A painted utility box

Overgrown graffiti wall

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Daily Walk Kingston, Ontario Life in general Photography

Morining Walk: August 7, 2025

Garden Madonna. I think this is also a New Order album cover?

Frieze outside the Bell Canada building on Princess

Spooky narrow alley

Authorized Service. Is this guy’s house a service place? Did he gank this sign and put it up on his porch? Mysteries abound.

Kingston Chinese Alliance Church signs (1-2)

Blue Spheres

Shutters Without a Window

BEST OF LUCK & STAY IN TOUCH

Oakridge Birdhouse (two angles)

Uninscribed Memorial

L’il Chunky Bear Statue

I Think That Graphic Says Dogs Are Allowed?

Community Garden: Look But Don’t Pick

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Daily Walk Kingston, Ontario Life in general Photography

Morning Walk: August 6, 2025

Beach Town in the Swap Box (No Fodo)

Concrete Sworls

Morning Flowers (1-2)

True Patriot Lawn

Stair Crack

Teal Garage

Old Gate

Mid-Move

The Plywood Says It’s Open

Martha’s Table

Just Bead It (Metaphysics)

My New Friend Karl Tomatillo / Fingy of Fwiendship

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Daily Walk Kingston, Ontario Life in general Photography

Morning Walk: August 5, 2025

Closed During All Hours

Zen Frog

Porch Disco

Lonely Flowers

Sunflowers (1-2)

Sign Plants

Classic Ol’ Holler

There Is Nothing In The Rules That Says A Dog Can’t Play Basketball But There Is At Least One Rule That Applies To Those Dogs While They Play Basketball

No Skate Boards

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Daily Walk Kingston, Ontario Life in general Photography

Morning Walk: August 4, 2025

Terrifying Vent Hole (Big Al’s Back In)

Love is Love

This House Continues To Be Eaten By Vines

Windmill Door

Two Building Names That Significantly Overpromise

Sunrise Through Wildfire Haze

Painted Utility Box (1-2)

Tree Lights

We Love You!

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Daily Walk Kingston, Ontario Life in general Photography

Morning Walk: August 2, 2025

Walking north of the causeway, I took the split off toward the tiny hamlet of Barriefield because I’ve never gone that way before. Seeing this small footbridge to the side of the road, I poked my head in and saw paths…

…turns out this was the back entrance to the Barriefield Rock Garden, which is a goddamn delight. Winding paths, stone and wood benches, even small altars for child sacrifice.

On the far side there’s a cairn and the proper sign for the place, as well as a disintegrating church-shaped birdhouse.

Bonus photos: both sides of the elevated walkway by the Royal Military College.

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Daily Walk Kingston, Ontario Life in general Photography

Morning Walk: July 31, 2025

Apartment Fancy

Charitable Air

Stairs to Nowhere

Artillery

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Daily Walk Kingston, Ontario Life in general Photography

Morning Walk: July 29, 2025

Walking down around Cataraqui Street and up River Street, I came upon an overlowing dumpster next to a clearing in the woods.

Behind it, a cleared-out homeless camp. I don’t know if this was a police/city action, or what. But it was vast. I initially stuck my head in, then took a few steps in, then kept going, and going. I must have walked 250m into a long chain of connected clearings, beat down by human traffic, before I backed out. Largely because I was being devoured by mosquitoes. I don’t know how far back it went. There was lots of expected detritus — tarp, mattresses — but also a car bumper and other stuff.

Coming back out, the dumpster again. Tents, tarps, clothes, construction supplies.

Just past the dumpster, written along the sidewalk, a poem by Mary Oliver:

(forgive my anti-steadicam lurching gait!)

Where are all these people now? It can’t have been easy back there, in the heat, the humidity — as mentioned, I was being gangstalked by a horde of mosquitoes after about 30 seconds. It surely can’t be easier wherever they are now, without whatever community was back there in the sprawl of clearings, tents, and tarps.

There are a zillion studies that show that homeless people are not all drug users or petty criminals, but that default stereotype drives a lot of resentment — even hate. Hell, I’ve had trespassers steal things out of my back yard, off my laundry line; my garage has holes in the door where somebody tried to pry it open. I’ve been furious about “them” making me feel unsafe or inconveniencing me.

This really unsettled me in its scope. It’s easy to see a tent in a park or a couple of tents by the roadside and think you’ve seen “the problem”. The depth of this, the extent, really hit home for me. This was an entire village, out of sight, now wiped out and scattered and thrown in a dumpster.

Here’s that Mary Oliver poem, for those who don’t want to watch me read it poorly:

Of the Empire

We will be known as a culture that feared death and adored power, that tried to vanquish insecurity for the few and cared little for the penury of the many. We will be known as a culture that taught and rewarded the amassing of things, that spoke little if at all about the quality of life for people (other people), for dogs, for rivers. All the world, in our eyes, they will say, was a commodity. And they will say that this structure was held together politically, which it was, and they will say also that our politics was no more than an apparatus to accommodate the feelings of the heart, and that the heart, in those days, was small, and hard, and full of meanness.

© 2008 by Mary Oliver
From her 2008 collection, Red Bird, p. 46
Published by Beacon Press 2008

Yeah. That.

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Daily Walk Kingston, Ontario Life in general Photography

Morning Walk: July 28, 2025

Murals from the barn at the nearby Memorial Centre. Clearly somebody has had a little fun with black spray paint.

From an earlier walk, my new friend Wilbur Potatoes.