74 posts tagged “photography”
Today, life is snap shots. Precise. Isolated. Freeze. Framed.
So.
The dead crow on the curb, will never fly again. Cawless. It lays, disregarded - if indeed 'it' can be said to be 'it';
no longer sensing weather warnings.
In a book store, I browse, I buy. Two books. Taking Pictures by Anne Enright and Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger. I speak to the shop woman. I even smile. Two minutes. Before fragility. So much is obscured.
So.
On the way out the door, free postcards. I love these. My daughter was in the habit of picking
[paper bouquets] and bringing them home. For me.
Before. Before.
I order one skinny latte. I sit. Outside.
My turn on the curb.
And the sky. I wait for my husband, watching his storm brew. The clouds are slap marks against the sky's face.
Purple welts.
So,
Cup, warm in my hand; Like hope.
Like nothing like before,
I cry.
Like so.
So.
The dead crow on the curb, will never fly again. Cawless. It lays, disregarded - if indeed 'it' can be said to be 'it';
no longer sensing weather warnings.
In a book store, I browse, I buy. Two books. Taking Pictures by Anne Enright and Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger. I speak to the shop woman. I even smile. Two minutes. Before fragility. So much is obscured.
So.
On the way out the door, free postcards. I love these. My daughter was in the habit of picking
[paper bouquets] and bringing them home. For me.
Before. Before.
I order one skinny latte. I sit. Outside.
My turn on the curb.
And the sky. I wait for my husband, watching his storm brew. The clouds are slap marks against the sky's face.
Purple welts.
So,
Cup, warm in my hand; Like hope.
Like nothing like before,
I cry.
Like so.
"They sicken of the calm who know the storm."
~ Dorothy Parker
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted, Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
~ Sylvia Plath
"I'd stand out in a field of wheat, in a white dress, barefooted, during a thunder storm, Just to wait for you."
~ Olivia Swenson
~ Mary McCarthy
Leaving has been here before.
She knows the lay of the land,
the turn of the river,
the slight of hand
that makes standing still
look like leaving.
Big Girl Breakfast
Secret Fact: There's a little girl who lives inside of me who is delighted by Fruit Loops.
01.07.09
Leaves
Secret
Fact: Once I started photographing leaves this morning, I found it very
difficult to stop. It soon became very clear that each leaf had it's
own character, personality ... life.
27.06.09
Spent
Secret Fact: Dead flowers profoundly depress me.
25.06.09
Secret Fact: Dead flowers profoundly depress me.
25.06.09
*Texture love to Pareeerica for Exquisite Vintage
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