bleak and terrifying. its stark beauty just adds to this. hope is absent; it moves out of sight. this picture looks all too familiar, from the history books, from Dresden or Hiroshima, or from the news, from Sendai. all man builds will be devastated. it causes great suffering. but man himself is a product of man made structures, social and economic. she is enslaved or entrapped by these, all the while longing for something more, to be something more. so let us indeed hope for a life away. for man is more than this, need to be more than this.
can you see the three birds off to the left? if you click on the photos they enlarge. i was thinking of how no matter the situation, the worst of all situations, and too the most common, us being our own buildings, as long as there is hope, as long as we can look away, think perhaps there is something beyond where we are presently, then there is a chance for well being, a chance for more. hope is elusive, both inside and outside of ourselves. it is inside of that chance/that hope that we often find most life. but i am careful in thinking this. perhaps this is a luxury. perhaps there are places of physical and spiritual being in this world that have no allowance for away. sometimes even the presence of self doesn't allow it. it is all rather complicated. but the building, man himself or structure (for surely too often man is structure) hope is small measured against it. but elusive. perhaps crafty enough to gain freedom. i hope.thank you for always trying to see more.xoerin
i saw the birds. to me they gave the notion of corpses; as if they were vultures circling, or even airplanes swooping in for the kill. maybe it's not so much your picture as my mind that's bleak.
i'm not sure why, andreas, but i think you are in need of some balm - spirit balm. do you eat ice cream? do you watch light on trees? do you laugh?xoerin
i laugh. i watch light on trees. i haven't eaten ice cream since last summer. that must be it.a thousand dead bodies ("a tide of bodies" as they said on the news) washed up on a beach in japan. i'm not the only one, erin, the world is in need of spirit balm.
oh my, i don't know how to understand. i haven't been listening. oh my. (i look at my hands.)
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))