barefooted
i lean into
the side of a tree
stepping on pieces of small shelves
turned sideways
bringing the possibility
of ascension into play
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
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11 comments:
I enjoy reading the use of your words... Actually made my foot twinge :)
Ascension - into heaven comes to my mind, steven and the inner arch of my feet twinged too.
whose
when
where
abandoned
fun
young
once
climb
up
rise
above
view
michelle - perhaps i should have put some sort of disclaimer up with this posting - "may cause involuntary foot twinges"!!! steven
elisabeth - in my own little version of the world i was thinking of much bigger things and possibilities than the little ladder might suggest so you're entirely inside the piece in your suggestion. steven
and sometimes we do this by only noticing the tree.
in only. noticing. the. tree.
ascension.
how lucky we are!
xo
erin
Nice post Sir Steven!
JJRod'z
ern the tree - stands whole and unguarded as any moment or any wholeness formed from the parts that hover entriely disconnected until. we notice the tree. steven
jj thankyou. it's a piece about climbing ladders alone with guardian angels and the intent of this place hanging like a cloak on the shoulders of my soul. steven
delwyn - you laddered words..... thankyou. steven
Another stunning photograph Steven. I'm all for ascension.
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