I stay hours in front of the clouds, imagining floating in a bath of cotton and the gentle smile of sunlight caress from me as the hand of my mother ...
ahhhh pignouf-- such a romantic. i was in ireland many many many years ago. i went into the quad of the university there and lay on the ground, watching the clouds go by. but because i was in an enclosed space it felt instead like i was in a boat which was moving while the clouds stayed still.
hi, and thanks so much for stopping by. i spend all too much time thinking my own thoughts about this stuff, so please tell me yours. i thrive on the exchange!
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ReplyDeleteinspiring, as always. I always feel like I've come to a buffet here...a feast for the eyes
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ReplyDeleteI stay hours in front of the clouds, imagining floating in a bath of cotton and the gentle smile of sunlight caress from me as the hand of my mother ...
ReplyDeleteThat reminded me of Alfred Stieglitz's wonderful Equivalent series
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ahhhh pignouf-- such a romantic. i was in ireland many many many years ago. i went into the quad of the university there and lay on the ground, watching the clouds go by. but because i was in an enclosed space it felt instead like i was in a boat which was moving while the clouds stayed still.
ReplyDeleteyhancik-- that's perfect! thank you!
ReplyDeleteVery inspiring indeed!thank you!
ReplyDeletethank you so much, luis
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