3.06.2011

daily haiku:

a blank sky beyond.
hotel room won't let me sleep.
does your heart soften?

5 comments:

  1. wow.
    I love the words just as much as the pictures. So wintry and much like it looks in Colorado right now. White, gray, and still.

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  2. beautiful image. the lightness and the skeletal tree...
    and i love that you are working while working, making the most of these endless trips to new cities. but really just to the hotels of these cities. so much time on a plane, in a hotel room, a conference center. and yet you create such a light, open and free image.

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  3. thanks, ladies. yes, hailey, the moments of stillness in the early morning are brief but i've been noticing how quiet it can be. and thanks, susanna...anything for the sanity, right? light, open and free...sounds so nice. freeman patterson said we photograph ahead of our time in our lives, so maybe i have those feelings in my future. i like that.

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talking with you.
about the state of the world.
and where we fit in.
crunching leaves...


...
moving through. simply.


.....
airplane graveyard.
you stand among the ruins.
delicate and hopeful and young. busted up fuselage. your dress so fitted and pressed.
motionless. burned out wings.
not knowing if the remains are yours.
injured girl.
rusting yellow metal in heaps. lush green grass grows around you. as the bright country sun lights up your hair.
sun flare obscures your face and shoulder.
but you remain.
a giant among the battered pieces.
of this airplane graveyard.
and your world.

once we were best friends. without even knowing.
it's your turn to turn off the light.

once we were alike. without even knowing.
watching thunderstorms on the patio.

once we were confidantes. without even knowing.
we didn’t know what secrets were.

once we were happy. without even knowing.
that goodness meant we were together.



grow
. you whispered. i heard it. i am sure.

grow. i whispered back. on the breeze that blew between us.

grow. i feel it. but i sit here in defiance.

grow. you know it. and you thrust out your shoots, without intention.

grow. i want it. but i am swimming in the thickest sea.

grow. you must. so you reach through the power lines for your sky.

grow. i can. but these tendrils hold me to this merciless earth.

grow. you will. and i’ll look for shelter below you.

grow. i will. but first let me rest my body against you.

grow. you have. and i cannot imagine this world without you.

grow. i am trying. but i cannot keep up with you.

grow. you show me. let me learn from your strength.

grow. i whispered. did i hear it? i am sure.

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