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

Friday, March 2, 2012

bearing it



it is a beautiful life
that we must bear



8 comments:

  1. the patient bracing of life against the weigh of weather, of time ... how many time have any of us been there -- bearing up under it, bearing it out, toward the spring?

    both images touch me ... but the second, all that absence!! i am destroyed ... yes, it all comes out of this whiteness, we are born(e) in this vacancy and if we find the spring, here is where we wait ...

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  2. That's not a bear... it's a cow.

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  3. I like both pictures, especially the first, the white space and the cow, that feeling of tranquility, the cow never needed a man, she is unrelated to time, as long as grass.
    Saludos

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  4. A cow? She looks pregnant too. Ah, in this space, life is hard, especially for a cow.

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  5. Gorgeous. photo, sentiment--double entendre...

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  6. ollie, thank god for that, eh? endless supply.

    james, sometimes there are moments of bearing it. sometimes the moments are as momentous as years, and weight, well, it is relative. but again, again and again, the spring. what fruit might grow then? how might we get our hands dirty? how heady our throats in new nectar))

    steven, either way they're intimidating standing there staring at you but sure as shit they're both pretty tasty put to the fire.)

    damaso, never needed a man. how profound this is! and unrelated to time! what has time done to us? our temporal gift that cuts both ways.

    rosaria, i remember being such a pregnant cow)) truly. there were moments, weren't there?

    thanks ds. it was a moment to behold. there are so many. i just have to remember to stop in order to see them.

    xo
    erin

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  7. Beautiful photo, i love the loneliness of the cow her position in the photo....

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