Saturday, December 31, 2005
No clear picture
And so this illusion of an ending and a new beginning. This sudden shuffling of fuzzy everydayness into arbitrary clear distinctions. Like this photo: all the nuance of rosy brick buildings and green gardens on a winter afternoon cast by a moment's trick of the low sunlight into an illusion of sharp relief, which satisfies only aesthetically. No endings, really. No beginnings. No clear picture. Thank goodness.
Happy New Year! ¶ 7:03 pm
And so this illusion of an ending and a new beginning. This sudden shuffling of fuzzy everydayness into arbitrary clear distinctions. Like this photo: all the nuance of rosy brick buildings and green gardens on a winter afternoon cast by a moment's trick of the low sunlight into an illusion of sharp relief, which satisfies only aesthetically. No endings, really. No beginnings. No clear picture. Thank goodness.
Happy New Year! ¶ 7:03 pm
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I agree with you, it's such an arbitrary distinction, today is one year, tomorrow another. And yet, and yet, many cultures world-wide have an important festival at this time, and it is the rebirth of the light even as we go into the coldest, darkest months.
Beautiful writing, beautiful photograph. I want to say, keep blooming your wild Winter blossoms, but don't know if that's apropos.
Have a wonderful evening in all the ways that are most meaningful to you, and may 2006 see the realization of long-held dreams...
Happy New Year's, love Brenda xo
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Beautiful writing, beautiful photograph. I want to say, keep blooming your wild Winter blossoms, but don't know if that's apropos.
Have a wonderful evening in all the ways that are most meaningful to you, and may 2006 see the realization of long-held dreams...
Happy New Year's, love Brenda xo
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