. . . our heart always exceeds us
beautiful shot and sentiment.
but then we are putting constraints upon everything. what if we did not? what then?it surprises me here how the photographer is so much inside the photo. i wonder if i'd have seen this photo elsewhere if i'd have instantly recognized ruth within it as i did upon coming here today. artist and art - do we ever escape/transcend ourselves? do we want to? (oh, only time to time. i believe, well - one part of me believes - as Gerard Manley Hopkins, "What I do is me: for that I came." the other part of me would like to strangle the i completely out of me.)xoerin
the words are so like a pointed stick. the photograph softens the space. they speak to and about each other. thankyou for the balance. steven
Thanks for your responses to the post and the photo.erin, I love the GMH quote.
this seems to be a challenge beyond capability.but maybe in baby steps we can get close enough.rick
"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night." ~ Rainer Maria Rilke Go ahead, bloom recklessly!