Friday, September 7, 2012

breath




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  1. That is beautiful--almost looks like an ink drawing.

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  2. Dear James,
    You have no idea the good memories this beautiful image brought me!
    About 15 years ago, in my first photography class, BW photo lab (I don't know if it is correct in English...), we had to create an image exposing a chosen object on the photographic paper. I chose one single feather.
    Thank you. :)

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    1. Lucia: i'm glad to have brought this moment back for you :-)

      do you still have that photograph? i would love to see it!!

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    2. I'm not sure if I still have it, I'll check it and tell you later. ;-)

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  3. So close to silence. So close to true expression!

    And so. utterly. beautiful. I'm "blown" away.

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    1. Ruth: in a very real way that i am still working toward understanding, silence is the goal of breath, its ultimate expression, perhaps ....

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  4. is this possible?

    (is anything else possible?)

    so much room to breath. thank god. so much room)))

    xo
    erin

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    1. erin: do you remember? this feather was lying on snow beside the road, near agnew lake, last february ... we stopped the car, and i got out to take the picture ... you are beside me, or wandering into the pines across the road ... the world is covered in snow and still and so cold that our hands hurt, trying to take photographs without gloves ... we will go back to the fire and the fading light in the window over the ice-bound lake, and bacon and eggs and toast and talk and the night ...

      so much room to breathe ... so much breathing to do :-)))

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  5. "I have sought to settle in an ordinary grace; I have tried to liquidate all interrogations and vanish in an ignorant light, in any light disdainful of the intellect. But how to attain to the sigh of felicity superior to problems, when no 'beauty' illuminates you, and when God and Angels are blind?"

    yes, this is the utmost despair, when no beauty can be found

    i find pure beauty illuminating here, and that light, that light

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    1. Roxana: to 'vanish in an ignorant light" ... yes, this is the impossible moment that i keep seeking on poetry, in photography ... is it possible, do you think? ... temporarily, perhaps? in certain unanticipated movements of grace??

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  6. so touching and inspiring!! thank you so much, my friend ...


    ein hauch ist es nur
    entkommenes lächeln
    des fast vergangenen
    fedriges gespinnst verfangen
    in letzten brombeeren
    und die ersten bunten böen
    lösen und tragen auf ihren schwingen
    den sommer mit sich fort

    veredit©12

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    1. Isabella: thank you for the poem. i am honored :-)

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  7. love it!! makes me think of all things Russian, cold and elegant, perhaps the feather fell from Anna Karenina's hat :)

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    1. Marion: perhaps?? it seems certain, i would say :-)

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