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

Thursday, January 31, 2013

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beyond the friction and chaos of human living
a message arrives


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    1. thank you, walter. it's good to see you again. i wonder what this winter is becoming for you.

      xo
      erin

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  2. A mailbox and wires will keep us together, somehow. I'm amazed at how people survive in such isolated places.

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    1. rosaria, i laugh a little. (you do this to me often.) this isolation is so far from isolation to me, but rather this shot was taken 12 hours south of here, a few short hours away from (for me) major populations in rural indiana. but even here, in northern ontairo, i would not consider it isolated. i know what it might become if i were to go even further north. i delight in the relativity of all of this.

      xo
      erin

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  3. "Truth is the truth of Being. Beauty does not occur alongside and apart from this truth. When truth sets itself into the work [of art], it appears. Appearance—as this being of truth in the work and as work—is beauty. Thus the beautiful belongs to the advent of truth, truth’s taking of its place."
    (Heidegger)

    your photograph does not simply convey a "message", is this message, embodied, a field of Being in which the advent of truth and beauty takes place. sometimes the friction of the world of human living prevents us from acknowledging this (and indeed it seems that we ourselves become the real obstacle which prevents us from _seeing_) - and that is why such photographs, your images, your word, are so important: they are messages, they make that advent possible.

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  4. roxana, i am grateful but i can't help but want to protest a little. i have done nothing, it feels, but rather the day was this, the world offered this. what could i do but take the picture? (can you imagine such a world? even though i saw it i can hardly imagine it.) so the world reveals to us its truth and beauty.

    i consider Heidegger for a moment and remember reading a quote by Maugham at a friend's site today. they marry well.

    "Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger.
    There is really nothing to be said about it.
    It is like the perfume of a rose:
    you can smell it and that is all."

    xo
    erin

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  5. There's so little color in winter. Where you are, it's white beneath a gray sky, and here in western Oregon, it's gray beneath a gray sky.

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    1. snowbrush, i'll take the white to grey over grey to grey any day:) it's funny what we become accustomed to, isn't it? grey on grey would just about do me in, i think. the white is a reprieve in so many ways.

      xo
      erin

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    2. I don't like it either, and the winters seem to get longer with every passing year, but I'm stuck here.

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  6. i know :-) it is true that the images seem to come into shape by themselves, yet, yet - perhaps it would be more adequate to say that they are born at the center of a field which unites the one who looks and the world... i don't know :-)


    those lines are wonderful, so wonderful, thank you...

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    1. roxana, i like this. in this way perhaps the world opens uniquely for each of us)))

      xo
      erin

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  7. The photo makes me as happy as a real letter in a mailbox would. I drive by this scene every day to and from work. But you have framed it just as I would want it framed. It astonishes me, everything, the arced wires across the top, the dark mailbox, the expanse of white.

    I know you protest that you did anything. But then I protest. I admire how, and that, you want to get out of the way. This is what makes you you. But the fact is that Erin is still here. Do you accept this? Do you love this as I love it?

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    1. (it's a conflict for me, ruth, that i try to find my way through. one day i have what i think is a revelation, everything i say is only the ego getting in the way. as simone weil writes, "There is absolutely no other free act which is given us to accomplish - only the destruction of the 'I'." and then the next day i know, i know that each of us is given a unique opportunity articulated as a distinct filter or mirror, to show the world what it is. it is difficult to reconcile, but i think the truth lies equally in both fields.

      so?

      i plague myself and yet i know that this is my gift, my one chance. i smile. it is complicated, isn't it?)

      xo
      erin

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    2. Yes. xxx

      I just watched a BBC show called Why Birds Sing. You can find it on YouTube in six parts. It's extraordinary, fascinating, inspiring. It explores questions between scientists and artists. But in the end I felt that the answer mattered less than the moment of experience.

      "Uniting the one who looks and the world" said by Roxana seems to be meaning enough. I think the way you do it is one with your protest. Essential to each other, not separate. That you want to be an observer without ego as much as possible is truly very important, and guides me.

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  8. beautifully still and cold. at least in this pic. reflects life, don't you think. when reason or any relative human emoton or belief is extracted, this is what is left. this is how it is in 'white space'?

    haven't seen you write something lately so I thought I'd invade this space. not meant as an intrusion but just to check and see if you were still somewhere in 'white space'.

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  9. Beautiful photo of that snowy landscape.
    It's very interesting in your compositios those two wires.

    · regards

    · CR · & · LMA ·


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  10. It is beautiful, but it hurts to look at this picture, it's like sticking your finger on the sore of loneliness.

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  11. beatifull pictures on your blogg. iam follow:-)
    greatings dirk

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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))