Sunday, July 14, 2013

cormorants








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  1. your birds (this photo amongst the others) feel like quiet punctuation marks around the spoken word/language. i become stunned still in their presence realizing the important place i yearn to realize)))

    xo
    erin

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    1. erin: i believe this is true: birds and birdsong and birdflight are a kind of speech, syllables in the word the world is speaking to us ... i may translate it poorly, but i yearn for that place, too (as you know :-)

      love :-)

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  2. "cormorant" is one of my favourite words :) and here,in this space without limits,it becomes even more powerful, even more curdled, even more ...flying:) very beautiful:)

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    1. Miriam: "cormorant" is one of my favourite words, too :-) ... i love your description here, "curdled" ... yes, thank you!

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  3. i think that many of your most beautiful lines are about birds - and this has come to be true about your photos as well.

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    1. Roxana: birds are endlessly fascinating ... are they not emissaries of our own longing for the two fading distances -- the one out there, and the one in here??

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