She
is a condensed version
of trees swaying
in summer winds.
Her smile
calms tempests, and soothes the rains
for she walks in sunlight
and as evening draws near,
her eyes soften.
SHE
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on the moor
through nightly mists I beckon
for you to strike out alone
and meet me, on the moor
come rain or come shine
Understand me.
“Understand me.
I’m not like an ordinary world.
I have my madness,
I live in another dimension
and I do not have time for things
that have no soul.”
― Bukowski (or perhaps not)
my jungle, my home
Storms with strong gusts of wind passing through, I took my flower boxes inside.
My jungle, my home.
Fallen Light
“We need to sit on the rim
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience.”
08 fall & shatter
I want to fall
and to shatter
and to put myself back together
03 “in this light and on this evening” (january 2015)
A solitary quiet moment in 2015 in granny’s kitchen when she’s shuffled off to the bathroom. A respite and yet always a premonition of the emptiness of her kitchen without her in it. Sister post to “yellow roses // to love, and to remember” (January 2015).
Sunseeker, Wildsleeper
One raw night of wildcamping in the forests around “die Haard”.
I remember with lucid certainty that several people walked by down the path at night while I was tossing and turning in my tent trying to sleep, but I am also quite sure that they were on the way to a kind of ball-like birthday party in an old ruin lit by fires, so…
I know I know, my obsession with having the sun as an element in my pictures is getting out of hand, but I can’t help it. For now.
The Sea in Sway
to find home
in my state
of ever-becoming
To Search, or To Be Found III
just beyond the trees, I think
you’ll find
what you’ve been looking for
