Your words and your photos, really leave me speechless, I recognize a lot of me in what you write
laura, isn't it good to know that there is someone who understands something of us in the world?how can we not touch these things? how can we not celebrate them? mourn them? it seems that this is all there is. and even though it might seem small, this is a mighty great deal.xoerin
you are right, the things that belong to us define us...
laura, perhaps we are even less than this and we belong to them~xoerin
I get a tingling sensation when I touch certain things around me, memories and sensations flood on the surface, bubbling,"...so many lives..."p.s. I feel like a cad about the comment I left you on the other blog. So sorry!
rosaria, no! not at all - if it was honest. i appreciate that. it says to me that i wrote it as hard as it deserved to be written. it wasn't supposed to be easy. it's all good. i want you to react honestly. that's what this is all about:)and yes, things seem to emanate energy, don't they? especially houses.xoerin
but it does make a differenceyou standing right there were the photograph was takenpaying witness to lives and generationsso we may see their facesshake their handsmourn with themthese lives live for me.~robertand celebrate their good times
"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))