carrying weight
.
five days left
to be counted,
a five-second
fear of unfilled
regard, a temptation
to consider the
space you still
occupy
here –
to make you last
for another ten years
.
20100327:1207
y
It took me awhile to feel about this image. I realized the story wasn’t in the actual image but the emptiness of the glove, like someone layed it there to return, after lunch, to gardening. I like that I can see all the use the glove has had.
I like that you can see that the person who wore them have been working hard. You can see bits of dirt (?) on them, and they look worn out, at least in some places… 🙂
carrying weight
.
five days left
to be counted,
a five-second
fear of unfilled
regard, a temptation
to consider the
space you still
occupy
here –
to make you last
for another ten years
.
20100327:1207
y
This is such an atypical image from you.
In conjunction with your poem it’s very sad.
Hi.
ah, the census…(smile) – thank you for your thoughts.
It took me awhile to feel about this image. I realized the story wasn’t in the actual image but the emptiness of the glove, like someone layed it there to return, after lunch, to gardening. I like that I can see all the use the glove has had.
yes, it’s kind of lost…
I like that you can see that the person who wore them have been working hard. You can see bits of dirt (?) on them, and they look worn out, at least in some places… 🙂
hi, is this the same Camilla? did you get a new blog? hope you’re well!
Yes, and yes.. 🙂 I’m sorry I’m not sticking to it. I will now, I promise! 🙂