en images
the goodness of those i love touches me tonight. a day full of meaningful and happy interaction lightens my heart for those in joy (my dunlaps birthed a baby today!!) and burdens it for those suffering under the weight of pain.and i turn to photos to marry such paradox.
since some things ever and always remain unsayable.
"Things aren't all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life."
Rilke in Letters to a Young Poet
waiting for her
mourning ascent
birds of a feather
no less than
someday
waiting for her part two
correspondence day
on empty
i need some mending
days off
Rilke in Letters to a Young Poet
waiting for her
mourning ascent
birds of a feather
no less than
someday
waiting for her part two
correspondence day
on empty
i need some mending
days off
because i just might die if i couldn't,
crm
crm
2 comments:
thank you...for everything that is unsayable.
How many times have I returned to your page; just to roll over your images again and again. I am forever enchanted.
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