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

Thursday, September 29, 2011

one day, finally, at the culvert

there are culverts the world over
doors which exist
so that we might move through


  1. and beyond those doors, opportunities.

    this image when it first came on screen i thought the trees were in the forground, they
    shot out of the black with such force
    as if they were pulling one toward them, through the door.
    i love this photograph and the way you have been thinking erin.
    we all learn and grow through your door.


  2. like a photograph of inconscient.

  3. sorry for the french.

    unconscious mind.

  4. This is like a painting drawn with charcoal and the brightness of a flickering lightbulb hanging from the paintbrush...Your paintbrush....brilliant again...

  5. ollie, the doors are timeless.

    aimee, there is only hope. it's just up to us to see that.

    robert, i love the reverse perspective. who is to say? and yes, every day an opportunity. how lucky we are.

    andressa, no, please. your language will hold more truths than i can imagine.

    manik, thank you, but the culvert did all the beauty.

    something i love about this picture is the irony of the concrete on the right. perhaps you can't tell because you weren't there, but to me it appears as though the movement through the culvert is on the right. but the water is on the left! the concrete itself appears to move. what does this teach us?


  6. what a great word.
    fab shot, love that there is texture at the end waiting for me.


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