not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

childhood




a bowling pin
a car over the window
swing ropes beyond

let childhood remain
let not our adulthood sully it

4 comments:

  1. I'm stunned by the darkness of the interior, and the light outside, and that bowling pin on a red surface.

    Here and there.
    In and Out.
    Dark and Light.

    Very evocative. The phrases above just another layer of meaning.

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  2. Agreed - my back is adult sore today.

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  3. of course, it's a car!

    when we as adults lose our way into childhood we often feel like trespassers. or maybe we don't, but we should. we should feel like we're treading holy ground.

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  4. rosaria, all around is childhood. i think of these things i took forgranted when i was small like swings or certain toys, or blue ink bottles i had for dandelions. i recognize and hope these simple things might hold the same for my children.

    andreas, i'm just hoping to not disrupt the holy ground along the way:) to nurture exists awfully close to infringe and damage.

    ollie, can't imagine a day without this adult back. funny what we learn to live around.

    thanks for coming by

    xo
    erin

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