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

Monday, October 7, 2013

the earth's desire

 
 

6 comments:

  1. What is staggering, Tiny Leaf, is the feeling of having washed with pumice stone, scrubbed to the center of "washed" with bleached bone honesty, when I read these paragraphs. Refreshed, I am..

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  2. Do you realize that your camera work is your attempt at stopping the world for a fragmentary second so you can keep it close to you for eternity? Ah, maybe that's just what our obsessions are, this maddening desire to be in a moment that doesn't end.

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  3. A photo beauty, exquisite treatment of the image, almost, dare I say it, but I remember the face of ophelia in Millais painting.
    By the way if you want to feel the world in its fullness, not choose between lake, Vallejo or a self, do not limit yourself, enough to hold us up we do ourselves, go to the lake and become a self reading Vallejo with legs wide open.
    Your friend Damaso...

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  4. I read your words yesterday, had to leave, and it was good for me to contemplate them as I drove to town. Now the words are gone from the page, but they remain in my mind.

    I want you to be honest, and I want to understand. I feel it, and I feel the tender words of the three commenters before me. I feel this tenderness, too, for you, for your honesty, for this photo, for your daughter, and for all you do and try to do.

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  5. its nice to read that you're being appreciated, mi amiga

    wonderful photos

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  6. does she have a golden braid, glimmering in the darkness? i feel taken back thousands of years, into the origin, the beginning of all tales, the tale of our existence, and beyond...

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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))