Friday, 1 March 2013

Trapped Light


 
So many days of windowsill living, bent-double-over-a-desk living.  There are moments when even the indoor world of wall papers, doorknobs, empty cups and saucers is afflicted with longing.  There is a palpable, though inert, stress in these rooms, an inanimate longing to press up against the windowpane.  It happens sometimes as the sunset rushes heedlessly through the house, trailing a pink glow in its wake, dripping crimson across the table and the floor.  Other times the feeling comes as the harsh light of morning pushes outlines of flowers up against the curtain, a slow film projected to the dim and cloistered room.  A plant suffering a terrible thirst is finally watered, and it throws its leafy stalks upwards hastily, forgetting for a short while the visibility of motion.




7 comments:

  1. Nice picture, the bird makes it....
    And the thirsty plants... nostalgia

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  2. Stunning photos! The second one is so painterly, makes me want to paint it!!

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  3. Poetry in word and images! I love the crenellations against the red, so red sky. The flower shadows are like a dream.

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  4. I love it when gentle moments of light and shadow nudge us back into awareness of our surrounds; whisper "take a break and look"...

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  5. I love you bent double over a desk ;-)
    In the second photo I see deep thirsty longing and tenderness, and the incredible beauty of hidden subtle life everywhere around us. So beautiful!

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  6. wow, gorgeous photos....i've missed you! glad to know you're working :)

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