An absolute treat, as the minimum things made with care and art they are able thrill us.Un abrazo
damaso, can you imagine something this profound is everywhere here! the world makes itself over and over to tell us its dramatic truths.xoerin
supert , hadde kanksje beskjært litt mer oppe eller stenplet de greine vegg.
but the world is not isolated, dirk. i had another shot where the stump was isolated on a field of white. but what was missing? for me, honesty.but thank you for your opinion. it keeps things interesting.xoerin
erin erin erin! how i've missed your words and images!!!!!!!!
aimee, i seem to have drifted off into the white space:) thank you for coming to touch me. i'll come and see you too)))xoerin
Ahhh. This is Erinism.I'd recognize it if I saw it trampled on the pavement.
rosaria, this makes me laugh, erinism:))) but i didn't make this. this made itself and then made me. this is the world i live in.xoerin
It's hard for me to wrap my mind around the words swamp and snow in one sentence & photograph. Mind-blowingly beautiful. xoPS: (still lost in CharlesfuckingWright, passionately lost and not wanting to be found. thank you again and again and again xo)
charlesfuckingwright! :)))ah! and swamps and snow, yes! for us this is (for half a year) one and the same. but not for you. this goes to show us how regionally we are defined. charlesfuckingwright is inexhaustible. once you read him you must read him again!xoerin
thank you jordi))xoerin
or could it be we long from our place of isn'tness for a place of is...
amanda, if we are longing from isn'tness then we are in a very sorry place, aren't we? (sometimes i do find myself in that sorry place.)xoerin
we all must know that the only wealth is here in our attention.And I worship at this wealth of attention.
Entre le dit et le non dit, le vu et l'occulte, se glisse le message inconscient, subliminal et c'est celui que notre esprit retient, rebelle à toute raisons. Seul l'art est capable de l'exprimer comme cela est fait ici, par toi.Amitiés.Roger
det liker jeg godt, minimalistisk og supert !
"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))