Rotting from the Inside Out. Brandywine, MD, 9/2/2018.
you and me earth and moon
and our melting sky so full of shadows
aflame we’ll meet again quietly like this
let the world wonder our longing
we’ll tiptoe a little closer and kiss.
© SoulReserve 2018
Fog, Crest Drive, South Mountain Reservation, Millburn, NJ, Dec. 2, 2012. (c) Sealanehill, 2012 (Originally posted to Facebook, 12/2/2012; thought lost in massive file transfer screwup; but disgorged again by FB; and since I still like this picture, shared with a new audience.)
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Tea with the Poet (dialogue with @soulreserve) Murmurs over a cup of tea, A heart half-hid, not all can see: Her heart obscured in formulary, And veiled beneath arcane vocabulary. Yet warm within, her heart beats strong, Love, joy, and passion her inner song. Her words be freed of technical efficiency, Woman whole again--the gift of poetry.
Home from the Holidays, New Jersey Turnpike, December 29, 2017.
I admit to being slightly obsessed with taking photos that have crooked horizons and squaring them to horizontal. I know there’s a notion that a cock-eyed frame makes a more dramatic photo, but it often seems to me that the result just looks lazy or sloppy, like a snapshot, of which there are plenty with crooked horizons. Here’s one where I question whether inattention to the horizon is an improvement—a fashion photo with a world champion skydiver (link below). Left, as published (in Tumblr): what’s going on?; right, with horizon horizontal: the model is now clearly arrowing toward the ground.
(c) Sealanehill, 2017
“Gudinne Dans (Goddess Dancing).” Digital collage with Procreate. Photo of dancer Charlotte Landreau Graham by NYC Dance Project, (c) Ken Browar and Deborah Ory (https://www.instagram.com/p/B7L0GvUBJ7a/?igshid=1w6bzuun529xx). Sat., 3/28/2020.
A non-sorted terrigenous deposit of large clasts in a matrix of fines.
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