silent indeed... so beautiful! as if the tree is dreaming the bird is dreaming the shadows, is dreaming the white space around... (or maybe the other way round, who knows?)
every time i look at this photograph i see the world's connections spark between his cap and whatever the little rugged dried flowers are... and then i am taken elsewhere by that bleary - presence - in the back right of the photograph. i'm intrigued. and then drawn. and then almost frightened. and then of course intrigued again. i love the bird but i think i love the uncertainly of that presence more))
silent indeed...
ReplyDeleteso beautiful! as if the tree is dreaming the bird is dreaming the shadows, is dreaming the white space around... (or maybe the other way round, who knows?)
every time i look at this photograph i see the world's connections spark between his cap and whatever the little rugged dried flowers are... and then i am taken elsewhere by that bleary - presence - in the back right of the photograph. i'm intrigued. and then drawn. and then almost frightened. and then of course intrigued again. i love the bird but i think i love the uncertainly of that presence more))
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