Our truest responsibility to the irrationality of the world is to paint or sing or write, for only in such response do we find the truth.
- Madelaine L'Engle
Friday, June 20, 2008
in the morning, in the window
photography
Vibrant bluish, atmpospheric. I can't be less than real.
Vibrato, pitch, consonance. I tried to be much better.
Photographs, traveled, expectation. Everything depends on weathering.
Authentic, eloquent, atmospheric, whether or not we capture that which is beautiful.
2 comments:
love this poem! can I quote you later?
Sure thing.
I am flattered.
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