i am
so like
the wind-blown
soft edge
of my bedroom curtains
the air moves through
and plays me
i was listening to brian eno's music for 77 million paintings when i posted these images from my bedroom
Sunday, November 13, 2011
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Same here sir steven, the air and wind of fate is blowing me...
Nice one...
JJRod'z
It's a very good image/feeling. And I feel the softness in your header photo too, the beautiful goldenrod in November, with the stand of trees, and the rising (or setting?) sun. Really resplendent!
jj - i so know it brother!!! i'll check in at your blog to see how life is unfolding for you. steven
ruth - the faded goldenrod is one of the most beautiful features of the late autumn for me. the header scene tells so much of the time for me. it's about ten minutes bike ride from here and i pass it every day on my way home. resplendent. that's one of my favourite words. steven
Gorgeous patterns of light and shape...
thankyou valerianna. they had such a feeling of architecture and concrete about them and then knowing their softness made me want to see if i could hold that whole piece in an image. steven
another beautiful header pic. scrolling through, how have I missed so many? I am elsewhere these days.
Brilliant photographs! The words echo the mood, echo your feelings.
I think you achieved that remarkably in the second photo. The first still has a sense of delicacy, which I also like, but the second seems like solid shape/form.
Oh, and I like the sound of my word ver. tonight...
"thunc".
thankyou valerianna - "thunc". done that a few times..... steven
lovely :)
i so thankyou michelle! steven
I wrote a poem, Steven, "The Soul in November" a bit ago; I recognized that the faded goldenrod is the image of my soul.
almost not present and yet present enough to be influenced. all about us life/light. beautiful.
xo
erin
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