When I received your bird, roof, snow, I was listening to Joni Mitchell singing "Barangrill" and her words melded with your images and words. Movement, stillness, we need to get lost in it, one and the other, one after the other, and remember that all is transitory, but we can appreciate it in stillness.The guy at the gaspumps He's got a lot of soul He sings Merry Christmas for you Just like Nat King Cole And he makes up his own tune Right on the spot About whitewalls and windshields And this job he's got And you want to get moving And you want to stay still But lost in the moment Some longing gets filled And you even forget to ask "Hey, Where's Barangrill?"
what a serendipitous moment! i`m so happy for things like this happening, so grateful)))there is another kind of strength in truth born in your perception of the photos. the bird isn`t scurrying against snow, but brick laid out front of a marina building. even the brick is insubstantial in the flux of time.and this amazes me - the body of the bird seems to be lost in the second shot. the bird has moved so quickly he has opened up into an organ only, no head. it`s not a good photograph but it makes me uncomfortable and if it makes me uncomfortable then it is doing something.it`s a wonder we are here densely enough in this moment for this exchange.xoerin
så kult !
"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))