Beauty on the Boundary
Bozeman, Montana
2012
I have passed a mountain peak and my soul is soaring in the
Firmament of complete and unbound freedom;
I am far, far away, my companions, and the clouds are
Hiding the hills from my eyes.
The valleys are becoming flooded with an ocean of silence, and the
Hands of oblivion are engulfing the roads and the houses;
The prairies and fields are disappearing behind a white specter
That looks like the spring cloud, yellow as the candlelight
And red as the twilight.
–Kahlil Gibran]]>
Beauty on the Boundary
Bozeman, Montana
2012
What perfect beautiful words to complement your photo. I am sitting at a local cafe having breakfast with friends, and the conversation has become political. I sincerely appreciate being transcended elsewhere for a moment.
You’re quite welcome Janet.
I concur! Gibran poetry is always moving to me and I enjoy it being paired with this image. Have you seen the work of Kate Breakey called Small Deaths? http://tinyurl.com/q3zlhqy
Your photo also reminds me of one done by either Edward Weston or Minor White of a dead pelican.
I concur! Gibran’s poetry is always moving and I’m enjoying it paired with this image. Have you seen the work of Kate Breakey called Small Deaths? http://tinyurl.com/q3zlhqy
Your photo also reminds me of one done by Minor White or Edward Weston (both?) of a dead pelican.
Kathy, I have seen Breakey’s work. She does some wonderful painted silver images, although I’m not as into death as a subject as she is. The dead pelican I think I remember was Edward Weston’s.