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

Sunday, December 15, 2013

in my dream every species was different, flocks of black birds approached like doom, but i was every man and there was nothing to fear

it matters less and less

when or who


  1. surreal dark and cold. these pics remind me of where I was a few years back. now I'm just lost and confused but taking steps, walking through the snow barefoot so that I feel every step at this stage of my life in this world

  2. it matters less and less / when or who ... yes, it comes to seem that self-expression is less relevant than letting the world say itself through the images or the words, through the eyes and the mouth of everyman ...

    you do it very well, stepping aside to give the world a throat for speaking ... i love these photos very much, as much for the small scenes revealed by the rare lights of a winter night, as for all that moves and ponders in the big cold and dark outside the border of brightness ...


  3. stilig Erin, kjempe fine bilder med litt skummelt stemning.

  4. Scènes irréelles. Avec tes photos, nous atteignons les limites de l'expression figurative pour entrer dans le champ de l'abstraction. Celui qui nous attrape, nous tire du monde réel, nous bascule dans l'inconnu, l'indéterminé qui gène et excite notre curiosité à la fois. Tu es la seule à détenir la vérité de ces scènes et tu nous les propose sans les révéler. C'est un tour de passe passe risqué mais la vie est aussi un risque. En nous montrant l'indéfini, tu nous parles aussi de ta recherche personnelle sur la route de ta vie.

    Belle journée, Erin et à bientôt.

    Amitiés fidèles.


  5. Lovely photos--I especially liked the train crossing one

  6. Out of my mind with this beauty, light.

    This post is full of hope (in the dark, which I love).

    Merry Christmas to you, my friend. With all my love.

  7. I love James's and Ruth's responses. Each photo speaks its own language of mystery and life forces. Did you and yours make the beautiful snow people? Stunning.


"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))