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

Saturday, March 17, 2012


i remember his short white shirt sleeves 
as he walked out toward the field
how they left room for him
and how he occupied that space
or at least i think i do


  1. stunning beauty the foto and the words too

    kiss to you

  2. Ahhh color is seeping in. Good.

  3. this is essence, the morning that draws memory into it, the light that touches impossibly soft and sure the sides of these stems and finds us all there ...

  4. i will go to bed now, wishing, through my sleep, that i wake up to this morning of light - i will also wish that i am allowed to be there, in this light, completely, until memory sets in, like a blow ~

  5. When the perception of the morning so, with that light, sure to be a great day although nothing happens.

  6. Perfect for my morning today..thank you


"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))