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

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

i should stop talking now. yah, i should stop talking.


  1. one could just look at this
    the framed tree, the light through the slats,
    the black void, and pass from this earth.


  2. the tree - seen this way - it looks so distant; like it belongs to another world. not unreal, mind you, just in another place. the observer outside that place, looking in, not quite understanding what he sees. huh, weird!

  3. to me it is as though i've asked a question
    and the light and construct answers through the tunnel of a barn window, here, the answer. and it makes me feel just a little foolish for asking anything but a lot grateful too.

    weird. and wonderful.

    the barn we crept into from the end opposite the house as though we knew wiser ownership of it, that ownership (more like anti-ownership really) being to spend a quiet moment in it as though on a cold winter morning it offered everything.


  4. Erin you have taken my breath aways with this foto...
    for me this one has a great meaning...


"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))