you see, the mirror is so bold. it takes up too much space. i do not want the mirror. i want the curtain. and so i leave the frame with the curtain. i become lost in the light in the curtain. in this respect the photograph is lying. it only pretends to be more about the mirror.xoerin
what is framed? What is unframed? Oh those hidden stories.
This could have been a mistake, a slight. But, you chose the angle and the perspective. as you choose the words and the lines and the rhythm of each stanza. Do we choose what we pay attention to? A lot of times we do.Many times we flow unconsciously through the day and life,like light, never gets captured by our lenses. You are making the point that to be really alive, we need to pay attention, and fully, to each and every act of our waking moment. A child reminds us of this, in the "Watch me, Mom! Witness me in this moment!" A sad thought-how many minutes do we lose, and an empowering thought too!Thanks for this reverie.
ollie, the hidden ones and the ones that don't fit and the ones that try to hide themselves and the ones that are always and ever too large to begin with.rosaria, i get lost in between choice and no choice. there is such distance, and yet perhaps we stand in exactly the same place. yes, we need to pay attention! there are not, however, enough moments in any one life to understand every unfolding fragment of time. each fragment is an eternity. somehow we see things wrongly. i'm not sure how to see them rightly without at least being present, as present as we can be, in mind. but it is a struggle, isn't it?empowering, i think, for how much substance there really is.xoerin
and i wonder about the angle of the photographas well. how the mirror doesn't reflect the person in front, that you have drawn attention to the curtain, as beautiful as it is, conceals.
"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))