I let the writing go. And it does. Then I wonder where it’s gone and go looking.
Stopping to clean snow from my glasses I stand for a long time. Spaced out. Half thoughts, distant crow song and things I want to remember come and go. Across the bay the island is a pale stain between the frozen lake and blank sky. Head down, pushing forward I feel the reel to reel unwinding of 16mm film. Black and white world through rapidly blinking eyes. My life walking in snowstorms. Still images projected onto a painted brick wall. Whitespace without words. A kid in a snowsuit waving at the future.
Loved this!
beautiful lines
Sweet. May you stay young and fresh.
I like the image of going looking for the writing and the reel to reel and rapidly blinking eyes. Great images.
love the writing.
Thank you.
Love it … ‘kid in a snowsuit …’ – wonderful image -:)!
Thanks Daniela! I hope that all is well. Qiquan just pointed me to a lovely piece of his writing. It happened to be dedicated to you! Well deserved for sure.
You have a way with words. When you started, “I let the writing go. And it does.” I thought it had disappeared. And then of course, your words led you and led me wandering. My how well you painted that landscape of white.
I’m sitting enveloped in tropical dampness here. Thank you for the interlude today.
I love the first line.
Just to share with you some similar thoughts of mine.
http://riveroftheheartblog.wordpress.com/2012/08/11/%E3%80%8A%E5%AD%97%E9%87%8C%E8%A1%8C%E9%97%B4%E3%80%8Bthe-spaces/
Hope the link works since it contains the Chinese character.
kc
Thanks kc! The link works fine… and the writing beautiful. Very nice that you dedicated it to Daniela -she is indeed an inspiration.