Weekly Photo Challenge - Between
Maybe a month or two back, a friend told me she’d posted a frog picture I gave her on her fridge in an attempt to invoke spring.
Last night I was telling my son about the dream of the house where nothing was what it seemed, everything shifting, slippery, treacherous and untenable.
We stood under the overhead lights in the kitchen, he towering above me as I said I thought it was about the job I quit on Tuesday.
“Oh, but you don’t know that”, he snapped with annoyance – one of mom’s hair-brained, hippie inclinations at work…
Some groovin’ tunes for a sunny spring Monday…dance it out, folks!
Lately has been a patch of such intensity, so much pressure in every direction, that each glimmer of tenderness, of humanity, of a hand reaching out in the chaos has felt like a branch that must be held onto tightly in hopes of slowing the relentless slide down a slope.
That dream the other night of a house where everything you touch turns into something else – you pick up the umbrella, it turns…
A few words from T.S. Eliot today –
I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness
on darkness, nd we know that the hills and the trees, the distant
Today we have snow again after some tantalizing days of warmer weather, teasing, hinting at relief…
It has been the guest that wouldn’t leave, this winter.
So I’ve been revisiting some pix from the ice storm we had in December.
Mostly I stuck with macro – I love the details of it, the tiny worlds within worlds.
And have been experimenting a little with textures (most often from Kim Klassen’samazing…
Recently I’ve been taking a lot of photos of feathers.
Seems an odd thing to be obsessed with, but have been trying to tell myself to just roll with it, see where it leads me.
Looking over the pictures I’ve got so far, it seemed like maybe they got more interesting when juxtaposed with another texture – something quite opposite, something cold and hard and smooth, next to their soft and supple and…