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

Monday, June 18, 2012

the natural progression of things

how sweet
and small 
the fleeting taste of raspberry





we hold
we let go

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  1. (and learn to do both).
    lovely.

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    1. yes, aimee, always trying to learn)))

      xo
      erin

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  2. Your photography is as thoughtful as your wonderful writing.

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    1. ((beth)) you're so very sweet.

      xo
      erin

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  3. these photographs -- in their noting and valuing of the smallest gesture, the smallest shift in point of view -- are exquisitely beautiful ... this moment that we hold and feel dissolve is the taste of raspberry ... that this is and that this goes -- can anyone truly say anything else?? the economy and honest of this post puts the heavy veils of philosophy and religion to shame ...

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    1. james, it seems the less we say the more truthful we might become.

      lately i want to say, here, look, see, and i want to show everyone what is inside of me and inside of everything. i want to show the surface of a lake moving, its being ubiquitous. i want this to fill museums, movie theaters, volumes of books and libraries and children's classrooms. perhaps time to time there might be a gull. perhaps not. this seems right.

      throughout the water there is this fact, we are alive. there is this fact too, i love you.))))

      xo
      erin

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