Saturday, August 26, 2006

by its right name

"between our birth and death we may touch understanding, as a moth brushes a window with its wing."
- christopher fry (english writer, 1907-2005)

the sadness has lifted, finally, its cumbersome heaviness hoisted high by time and love and circumstance; a tender translucence has taken its place.
this wistful weave of memory and mystery allows light in, gently, and light out, and the sheer splendour of life is visible once more.


  1. Thank you for the nice quote (from: "A Phoenix too Frequent"?) and a beautiful thought, of course with a matching photo.
    One of your best!
    I hope you keep on going OK.

  2. Good to hear that cloud appears to be rising,but you remember this,you are one lovely person, whose blog is always worth a browse for some great mental stimulation.

  3. Lynn, the photo and the words, as usual evoke each other, without the banality of being literal, but merging sounds and images in the region of our mind where our consciousness resides. Browsing through your posts is always a pleasure.

  4. What I most enjoy about your photos...such a simple, everyday sight is elevated to something so beautiful. I love the texture here and the wonderful lighting. You have such a creative eye.

  5. I like the photo, in this case combined with the words, which is unusual for me. I'm normally a very visually oriented person. Abstract this photo, and then again not.
    Hang in there!