writing with light

When the photograph is a mirror of the man, and the man is a mirror of the world, then Spirit might take over.
Minor White

Monday, September 07, 2009


Some moments and countenances cannot be spoken simply because the feeling transcends my understanding. I could guess a father's emotion, a couple's inner bond, but the maternal feelings...maybe the most complex and the strongest around. I can only admire, smile and observe with candid pleasure.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"There was a child went forth every day;
And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became; And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years.
His own parents,
He that had father’d him, and she that had conceiv’d him in her womb, and birth’d him,
They gave this child more of themselves than that; They gave him afterward every day—they became part of him.
The horizon’s edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh and shore mud; These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes, and will always go forth every day."

Walt Whitman (1891)from Leaves of Grass