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

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

every day is the day, or this is how we do it, or this is how it should be done, or his ear/her ear/our ear, or leaf/once leaf/always leaf, or did you hear the calves are being born, or here, now, almost gone, but here, now








5 comments:

  1. The here and now! How did you become so wise?

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  2. bonjour mon ami! i've missed your posts and your images...gorgeous, gorgeous...

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  3. These images ... progress and in the last I see a woman in the right half. And that leaf, here now. Gone tomorrow. These photographs are tremendous. If I saw these in a gallery, I would think, "I want to know this photographer." But it's strange, I would think "she is dark."

    I do not see you that way. :) I see the light here, through you. Only light.

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  4. Si je soulève le voile du mystère, je n'y vois ici que du talent.
    Amitiés.

    Roger

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  5. yes, how can you always dance like this, in the _now_? and with such grace, even when it is desperation causing you to move, to swirl, to run, to search...

    (and from a photographic perspective, the subtlest attempt to become the leaf, to merge with the leaf-being...)

    (i was away, it is so good to come here to you and see you again, how you look at leaves, at darkness, at light, at everything)

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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))