Two leaves fermenting in a rusty tin bucket,
soaking in a puddle of wintry rainwater.
All of nature is breaking down, hovering for warmth.
Hoping to make it to the season of rebirth.
The trees have undressed.
Bare, naked, vulnerable to the elements.
Harsh, unforgiving winter light beaming through crooked, arthritic branches.
Leaves returning to the soil, composting, groaning.
Creation is still.
Quiet.
Breaking down.
Two leaves fermenting in a rusty tin bucket.
Read here for yesterday's entry, posted late.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Day 10: A winter verse
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8 comments:
beautiful
red(autumn)leaves have long been my chosen personal symbol. so, in this photo...seeing two of their brief, vibrant, lives come to a natural end is so moving.
also, i love this line of prose:
"Harsh, unforgiving winter light beaming through crooked, arthritic branches."
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this was so nice to read; quite beautiful.
Thanks, ladies. I felt inspired last night at midnight, cold medicine pumping through my body, sniffling, and scribbling down these lines in bed, using a scrap piece of paper and an old sharpie I found in the rubble of the drawer of my bedside table. It's funny when the mood strikes.
Thank you for your visit in my blog.
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Liivia,
Thanks for stopping by as well. I always love your daily posts but am daily wishing I could understand your language. At least photography does not require we speak the same language.
Alina- I'm so pumped about the end of the month too! And what a lovely verse you wrote.
when the impulse strikes, it's the closest thing to a calling that i've ever felt. i'm happy you answered the call here. you're writing has really progressed over the years. i'm impressed by what i read each time you spill some blood. the images are a rich experience unto themselves and i'm not sure which compliments which more the photography or the writing. love you, sis.
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