they are so,so beautiful,dear Erin, and i would like to be in their shoulders, wherever it will be after, with any fear,colour is there, like a guarantee.and i think that in that land the is the possibility of any lie,i must say...
miriam, i don't think there are any lies at all where they are. i too like would to be in their shoulders, in their wings. imagine walking across a field like that, graceful even with such weight. i stumbled in crossing that same field, running after them, never being able to truly follow.)))the lie i was thinking of is our own. i go to the fields and the forests always for rejuvenation, for quiet, for clarity. recently i found this quote from an american poet, Kenneth Patchen, The atmosphere of the whole modern world, from Communist Russia to capitalist America, is heavy with guilt. We are in the Time of the Assassins. The order of the day is: liquidate! The enemy, the arch-enemy, is the man who speaks the truth. Every realm of society is permeated with falsity and falsification. What survives, what is upheld, what is defended to the last ditch, is the lie.i sit for a moment and reflect on my own true nature. i've never understood the systems as they are constructed. never. i've always been drawn to the fields and forests.xoerin
how how howdid those ephemeral, strutting creatures actually seem to brighten as they lifted off.......
! how did they take off at all? and, of course, they lifted. how might anything such as them be bound to the earth? they are such a part of the bounty of diversity of those that inhabit the earth. sometimes it is easier for me to see this of animals, but it must be the same for man, too? xoerin
Which makes me wonder — how do they see us? Heavy, landbound souls?
Mais oui, vous voici à nouveau disponible à notre curiosité et à notre intérêt pour votre beau travail d'artiste. Les oiseaux nous apportent beaucoup plus que l'idée d'en faire de belles photos. Ils sont porteurs de rêve, ils sont les grands témoins de notre vie humaine et qui ne sait pas les observer ne les aime pas. Merci de les aimer, de les servir et de nous faire partager leur beauté.Je vous embrasse bien amicalement.Roger
"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))