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Singing Images of Fire
A hand moves, and the fire’s whirling takes different shapes,
triangles, squares: all things change when we do.
The first word, “Ah,” blossomed into all others.
Each of them is true.
Kukai ~ 9th century Japanese Buddhist
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... if so, why do we speak
why do we try to say what is always moving?
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A me: after Years of listening to Political Talk
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Victor Borga: Phonetic Punctuation
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Crepuscular (a new word found in a Seamus Heaney poem)
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The smallest watcher
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an mp3 of Compression Wood: a very tender essay from Franklin Burroughs
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Thank you all
for such wonderful comments here, on your blogs,
and in my email. Have a wonderful weekend!
(yes, it is starting early) (right now)! :)
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Peace and wild, wind-swept days of slanting light to all!
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23 comments:
Hi:)
I wish you the very best long weekend
I laughed too - poor féline marinée.
Thank you for links - you struck me ever so gently twice; Borge - fellow Dane, and the bottom photo; I took the picture app 1hour1/2 ago - it's on my next post. I like to think we both saw that image in the same second. I wont go check the time of your post ;-) Just believe it is so
Smiles and mild breezes
that's funny, but it is happening a lot to me, synchronicty of thinking on the blogs...
i was editing a bunch of these about 1.5 hours ago; looking and thinking. But i took it about 6 or more months ago--mine has a dime in it, and there are other photos where i focus on the dime's etching LIBERTY... which is strained...
i love this Christine. Love Borge, have for a long time. Happy weekend.
Hello dear mansuetude
I must THANK YOU:
.for a lovely laugh shared here with my husband (the punctuation)
.for the crepuscular rays. Angels' slides.
.for bringing up the word synchronicity. It happens to me a lot, too. I believe when one opens up to it, connection happens. In a magical inexplicable down-to-earth sort of way.
Have a nice week-end (time flows really)
Jo
nice words on Buddhist philosophy, beautiful photos tooo!!
Like a mantle...
like a crown...
you have opened my mind to wonder...
and taught me...
How do you do that... How did you know... that I need to learn these things...
The essay had me enraptured...
... to have the ability to describe each moment so sincerely... so gently... I was lost for words... and lost in thought...
Thank you so much for teaching me...
tea..hot tea, it always tastes different in october :)
you always leave me speechless... your words work like magic... ;)
A very moving post... thank you so much for sharing! My weekend begins now as well! Roxanne
Mansuetude...
I will smile a little wider when I see my next lime! :)
Monks! Crepuscular Rays! Laughter!
No blaming anyone else ...lets take full credit! Wonderful Post :)
dear you,
talking about synchronicity -
that is what we are doing - to make it possible!
I love the light in these photos, nice links too thanks
I realized I was holding my breath as your images unfolded before me - stunning in their simplicity - the rest of the feast I eat in bits and pieces under my duvet at night - a snack here, a snack there until you post again - thanks so much!
Taking different shapes and starting the week's end early... wonderful.
I absolutely love the first photo, it made me think of Paz's lines:
'My thoughts
are lighter than the air
I am real
I see my life and death
The world is true
I see
I inhabit a transparency'
I like how you experimented with glass and reflection in your first photo - great stuff.
oh yes, these images would want to be in your camera. lovely, so lovely...
the image of the woman -- um hmm, political talk leaves one like that. exactly...
and i will call those rays crepuscular the next time i see them...
so happy being here again. : )
Great photo and links. Listening to Franklin essay right now. Another week has begun.
i love that top image. and this line too: why do we try to say what is always moving?
(I just wanted to add that I so treasure the comments you leave for me on my blog, and I always lok forward to dipping my toes in the web you weave here.)
"and here is love
like a tinsmith's scoop
sunk past it's gleam
in the meal bin"
a favourite Seamus Heaney line
Thanks for the laugh too.
Hello I have an award for you on my blog, enjoy!!
Ah, classical Japanese poetry, so concise and so poignant...
hi
..first: my english is terrible:-) but i like to say, that your work is fantastic and its a great pleasure to visit your blog! thanks !
annemarie
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