i gasp at seeing this first photo, how i am pulled forward into the shadows by these gleams of light on the surfaces of things ... is this not what photography should, must be? a study of how light and randomness interact to create beauty?but it is also an image of the mind, isn't it?, and of memory?and then i follow the progression through the other images, and this is the opening of a passage, a portal, a channel though the shadow to the lighted spinning place where i am not, am totally, am you, am all of us ....
how i love you for feeling these things, not of any photo i take but of the world))))for the first i was pulled from the car while driving up the tote road. i had no intention to stop, really, but how might i not? and then at this witching hour, how might i deny the pull of the forest and so i answered by walking somnambulistically into the woods, unthinking of bears. my breathing shallowed and i, after a time, left even that. i wonder if i became transparent then hovering in the woods in disbelief (yet in SUCH belief) at the utter beauty and truth.the other images i took that hot summer day while you worked and i walked to the mouth. remember me remarking on the fern, how clean i was made, and then how dirty when the bombastic people pulled up with their big boat and maddening music?a pulse can be found in the gleams of light. how might anyone not follow?xoerin
and love to you, bruce)))xoerin
I woke up this morning and went outside. A big gust of wind had knocked my large ferns over. I saw your photos. A butterfly flaps its wing........ xo
in more ways than we can imagine, marion))) it is one world after all.lovexoerin
two things come to mind when I appreciate these picsfirst: without or with but a minimum of light these look like what would be present on a planet without sunsecond: James Owens comment on... how light and randomness interact to create beauty..., and Fernando Pessoa says about 'beauty' that all in our spatial reality is just present and we have interpreted it and identified as aesthetic 'beauty'. truly this speaks to the old adage 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'; remember the vision beheld by those who have never had 'eyes'.inspiriing pics, mi amiga
but it is more than in the eye of the beholder, isn't it, marco? isn't it that light like this removes the turmoil of the beholder and offers us the gentle soul of that which is illuminated?but i laugh, if that isn't jaded with my beholding eye, then nothing is:)xoerin
Erin, I never seem to manage to convey that special feeling that light in such a place evokes. But you have, you do, regularly. Bless you for it.
this is not true, ruth. you do it often, but you post every day:) that is a lot to ask of yourself and so be gentle. but then i do nothing. it is the world that comes and grabs me time to time.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))