ha! a paint job in progress. brushstrokes on a black surface. a weird and wonderful color you paint with: trees and snowy field. i'll look for a bucket next time i repaint.
andreas, if only, eh?i have to admit though that this is not snow. it's strong light on grass. this shot is from a few years ago but is one of my favorites as though someone else shot it. it's the shape of it, that slice of light down the right hand side. it causes me to shake my head that the world is just this beautiful.xoerin
what we women do not do at our kitchen windows. we grieve, we witness, shine and celebrate, we are loved, we are broken, we watch hummingbirds hum and chickadees lose their way into the glass with the brutalist of thumps, we watch our children, we see the train both come and go, we wait for rain. we wait for anything. something. please. we escape through and arrive back at. we find ourselves.all through a simple opening. all through a simple opening. i can only imagine another woman so. i can only imagine. and in imagining i can weep for her, for all of her good gifts and for all of her sorrows.xoerin
i love itit is amazingyou made a picture of loneliness...
"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))