This image is quite lovely-the tension of the bird exiting, the wide grey space above a very calm scene...very nice!
thank you walter. i take great pleasure in having to scroll through the space of the sky (and the water in the photo posted before this one). it means something more to me to have to put even this puny effort into crossing the distance.xoerin
something so simple speaks volumes, and then the immensity of it, and then the thought that it's all so distant, and then we can never touch everything or even should, and then... oh hell it's all too much - or too little
i'd like to see this in a soft grey frame. this absorbs my quiet attention gracias
What a rich larder in your other blogs! When I need to SEE, I visit you there. Thanks.
What blogs besides noun as verb? Rosaria wrote blogS. :)
That scrolling down is the heart of the exercise. You know I love your verticals, Erin -- taking advantage of the format, turning a necessity into an instrument. Tremendous meditation on space and silence. The sail seeming so innocent, blithe, unaware life has taken wing and is leaving the frame... just as we walked in. And what can the faintest moon in the world do to save things now?
"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))