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

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

alongside the train


it's only happened once in the last year
that they've left the train cars for me

alongside~
it's not even the cars themselves
although i love the cars
we walk alongside
my children climb them
jump wide
claim a new kind of ownership
i wonder what memories they will grow with
what they will think, remember

i breathe deeply, say, oh, do you smell that?
they don't
but i go places

6 comments:

  1. your live it's deep inside of you ...

    the photo is beautifull really beautifull

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  2. oh those tracks
    oh where will
    they lead us?

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  3. thank you laura. that's what we do, isn't it, try to live that hard? it's a shot from a few years ago when an old personal religion was transitioning right there alongside the rails. new ones take root all the time, or old ones finally finding light.:)

    this morning, ollie, after this federal election, i'm a little scared. can't imagine you're conservative. me neither. just who was it that gave stephen harper power? i feel as shocked and naive as i did when mulroney got in and brought free trade. i was only 18 then but i remember looking up in history class and asking, who's driving this country, and does any one even care where we're headed?

    but this train, as any train, is a different train. there are as many trains as there are issues, passions, people.

    i want a train straight into the heart of life. so simple, really. why is that train so elusive?

    xo
    erin

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  4. Oh, but this is beautiful. The darkness of this call into distance which is also inevitably a call into the interior / anterior world of the self.... So many wonderful things here. I will be back!

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  5. james owens. you make me want to step outside and take a picture. you make me want to see.

    welcome. thanks for coming.

    xo
    erin

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  6. This is my favorite.

    You are quite the photographer; I never realized. I think it suits you (or you suit it? who knows).

    I feel almost embarrassed to hide behind my mask. Perhaps I shall have to put up a picture of myself on my site and let you decide which is more me. First I'll have to find one though.

    When I have time I'll come read some of this. For now I just glanced at pictures.

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