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i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..

Thursday, June 18, 2009

ugly ego

i want to hold the rain in my hand. i want it to not melt away and run down my arm. I want to kick a pudlle and i want it it hit something, someone- yes i have said it. egos are so big that the one's that hold on to them above there shoulders do not know what a mess they make.

no better than her or him you can not take your words and make them weigh a thousand pounds and believe that you will not crush anyone one with them. I wish i spoke a foreigh tongue of witches so i can lay a curse upon you, not one to destroy you you have done that yourself but one to build you into a better human being or just human. wait i know you walk around thinking that you are already there that is what troubles me and those who know you.


in another lifetime said...

I love this photo!!
Your words are powerful too.

josephine said...

i ran into such a thing just yesterday, and it was so disturbing. your words describe my feelings perfectly, and best of all, help me understand this curious type of person.

Jean Bouchard said...

Cette photographie ressemble à une scène du très beau film français «Camille Claudel», Giganti déboulonné, l'amour déchu, le noir du jour, dirait-on de même, la faiblesse de l'homme, l'impermanence de sa matière organique, le temps provisoire imparti à chacun, et qui se voit. ET puis il y a encore l'homme qui voit l'homme, cette photographie est un miroir.

Claire said...

you say it as it should be said.