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

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

along the edge of the world


ship and dock, manitoulin island, february 2014
waiting 

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    1. thank you jordi. these things, while they seem extraordinary when isolated in a photograph, are ordinary in my world. (and still extraordinary.)

      xo
      erin

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  2. After the edge of the world, there is another world?
    I love these landscapes but hard to to live.
    Un abrazo

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    1. no, damaso. there is only this one:)

      and it is, at times, difficult to live in this kind of environment, but more than this, damasao, it is difficult not to. i love it here very much.

      xo
      erin

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  3. ...it's waiting, all over the world....maybe that's another song...how are you?

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    1. glenn:) i'm good. alive. very alive.

      you?

      xo
      erin

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  4. Waiting, indeed. Spring can't come soon enough.

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    1. birdie, it will come and i'll be happier for the ease, but believe it or not i will miss this reduction.

      xo
      erin

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  5. i enjoy how your photos take me into a surreal state

    it's a needed escape

    gracias, mi amiga

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    1. nana, i'm glad they take you anywhere at all.

      xo
      erin

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  6. These are tremendous representations of this time.

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    1. ruth, but if only you had seen the snow banks alongside the big water. eight feet high or higher, formed by blowing wind. it was very humbling. to get these photos i had to slip out of my car, bear myself into the wind, hold my breath and then escape back to my car. the cold was painful and so the photos mean more to me.

      xo
      erin

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  7. Difficile d'imaginer de telles conditions de vie.
    Tes photos deviennent des œuvres abstraites d'une grande beauté.

    Je t'embrasse.

    Roger

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    1. roger, it seems to me there is truth in the winter here. the beauty is the world's.

      xo
      erin

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  8. along the edge of the world,
    gliding, floating,
    the 'i' dispersed...

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