Your photos are astounding... 'Transitions'... what's the story behind the name of the photo? Transitions tend to be powerful times in our lives.~shoes~
red shoes, both you and damaso ask more pointedly about the title. i so love this. we should challenge one another sometimes, shouldn't we? and as it stands it is funny to me because i labored over the title and then one night while tired i recklessly used "transitions" and posted. i looked up a day later while working and thought, shit, i should have titled it "intersections". the title means many things to me actually, but this day in particular i was wondering on boundaries. i do not understand beginnings or endings. nor so i understand where i begin and end, where he begins and ends, where the trees and the birds and the skies begin and end - and how we all meet/intersect. even though the transitions, as damaso points out, are abrupt, they are not as evident as they might seem. we climb inside of each other, inside of everything, and everything inside of us, so it is with the second and intimate shot.:) perhaps i think too metaphorically. i laugh.xoerin
not nearly often enough:)xoerin
Beautiful, Erin. I'm imagining the preparations, the anxieties, the thrilling voices in the background pushing us forward.And there we go!!!Where there is life, there is change.Happy moments ahead, dear one.
rosaria, can you imagine? oh, it is overwhelming at times and how i would like to escape to the quietude of a swamp. in fact, these photos were taken on such an outing. thank god, thank god for the natural world, or at least thank nature. i invite all the changes. i invite the quiet too.i think of kundera, "The weighty resolution is at one with the voice of Fate (Es muss sein!); necessity, weight, and value are three concepts inextricably bound: only necessity is heavy, and only what is heavy has value.the quiet will come in time. i hunger for value.)))xoerin
Too black, where transition? I whorry, sorry i'm confused.
damaso, i thought of your honest response and i smiled all day long. i think i explain with red shoes but i did clarify my title. (but perhaps it makes it even more confusing. i throw up my hands and invite life. there is nothing to be worried about. there is everything to be confused about.)xoerin
This is delivering perspective..some of the most amazing sites on the internet are at this blog...wonderful erin....
manik, you're very sweet to me. i only muddle through and try to show something. by showing perhaps even i will be able to see.xoerin
Surreal and yet so real. PS- emailed the tinyleaf address re: trading you for a photo of the tree (for a pic of my taking? Or some homemade salsa perhaps?) :-)
aimee, yes))) thank you, i will send it soon. i have been working too much lately and have been away from what matters to me most except in rare moments like these. i must find a way to make work of real living. if only you were close enough for me to eat your salsa:) we'll think of something, although i'd very happily give you whatever photos you'd like.xoerin
"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))