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

Saturday, October 5, 2013

boys in autumn

 i stood by the window waiting for what i had already seen to happen again.  the wind had picked up several yellow leaves and tumbled them to the east down the street like squat toddlers doing comical cartwheels.  the wind did not come again.  instead three teenage boys came from the east and passed svelte and silently to the west. 


  1. something new delights me that is a surprise this morning. if you click on the photographs and use your cursor to move through you can see the slight shifts of camera between each frame. of course this amounts to nothing other than a knowledge that I did not use a tripod, however it feels more intimate, as though you stand inside me watching with me.



"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))