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

Sunday, May 18, 2014

ascension

by each his own measure

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  1. det liker jeg godt, det er din stil. supert !

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    1. this is funny, dirk, but i understand, how one's style influences a photograph. and yet i feel as though i am not present in the photo at all. this is what i saw. but of course, as i saw it, i shot it. someone else might have seen it differently and then, of course, shot it differently.

      xo
      erin

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  2. Something here leaves me speechless.

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    1. good:) me too, rosaria. how might we see something like this and not be changed?

      xo
      erin

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  3. ha. This is a bird shot I've not seen until now. Good eye

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    1. thanks tom. lucky eye. lucky finger.

      xo
      erin

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    1. and a joy to see you, damaso)))

      xo
      erin

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  5. they are endless like the sky, but there is a "good" sky, if i may tell so, a sky which tells us something about being one with the line. i woder if they have bones or if they can be touch, thought....

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    1. miriam, i believe you. the sky is good. and the birds are good. or they are both (and all) so pure goodness has no meaning and so they shine. we are where it becomes complicated.

      as to the bones ... i don't know. i do know that i have been in the forest often but never once have i happened upon a bird's skull or skeleton. what might that mean?

      xo
      erin

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