the world's edge is its heart: a week of silent images: 6

2:31 PM Posted by James Owens




12 comments:

Lady Jo said...

envie de gravir cet escalier pour découvrir derrière....un autre monde !
belles photos.
Amitié.

Roxana said...

şi unde duce drumul acesta? zăpada face totul parcă de neatins, nici o memorie, nici o viaţă nu mai par reale atunci când sunt acoperite urmele, orice urmă, de zăpadă.

şi totuşi, poetul atinge marginea lumii...

S. Etole said...

rhythm in the ascending ...

Nefertiti said...

il y a une justice léa neige n est pas que chez moi ;O)

James Owens said...

Lady Jo: Un autre monde, oui! Si tu savais ... mais je ne le révèlerai pas! Ne pas savoir, c’est un petit cadeau que je te donne….

James Owens said...

Roxana: Pasul ultim pe acest drum e pasul prim în cerul…

Parcul este incă acolo, iar neatins deoarece poetul se plimbă tăcut printre nămeți, devenit stafia cuvintelor lui….

James Owens said...

Susan: Yes … that rhythm drew me to these pictures, and to place them together, a spiral rhythm of ascent and descent….

James Owens said...

Nefertiti: Je souhaiterais voir un peu moins de justice! -- trop de neige ici, depuis trop longtemps....

Marion McCready said...

I love how the steps are half-submerged in sand, it's mostly pebbly beaches in my area, I miss that.

James said...

Shutes and latters in a vey good way.

James Owens said...

Sorlil: The sandy beaches can be very pretty, but we have some fair-sized dunes, too, that are tough going sometimes....

James Owens said...

James: :-) This was my day to play at the park....