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

Monday, April 16, 2012

grey








9 comments:

  1. those bells say plenty in response to the leaves and branches and..

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  2. You say you are in a voyage of self-discovery and it is not a paying gig. It should be. You are so creative and have so much to offer.

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  3. I understand the text and the sound of the bells, I'm happy.
    You have a beautiful voice.

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  4. how can grey and a few words offer such fullness? they do. everything is here, a small perfect gesture that breaks the ice on the surface of my blood. green seems superfluous, too much, let us linger in grey with your voice ...

    the wind chimes :-)

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  5. Grey is my comfort, my happy place. Thank you for illustrating why. xo

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  6. Funny, but I had drug-induced (Cipro) hallucinations two nights ago that started in tones of fuzzy gray and then blossomed into vibrant color images that came and went so fast that I could scarcely tell what they were. Your photographs took me right back to that experience.

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  7. it is wonderful. roundness of being.

    i recognize myself in every shade of grey, in every hue of your voice, and i can't stop wondering...

    i also have an attempt at grey (with michael):

    http://exposureroom.com/members/murasaki/6bb3c01a9e22488fb967eda3138119c1/

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  8. (i wonder what you wonder. i hear my own wonder here.)

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  9. We are both doing the important work, sweetheart. I doubt that we can make it "pay". That is up to fate, or God. This is lovely and meaningful.

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"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))