from my journal that day:532 seagulls, all with their own right song.
when we witnessed the little girl's two inch ascent on the wall of Christ i could see in her eyes that in that moment she believed in what i can only describe as perfection. A moment not only of joy, but a moment without the anxiety of when the joy will end or the concern that it be joyful enough. i grew envious of childhood. Today, here, where the sun tricks us into looking home and calling it beautiful, i realize i will be envious of myself.
that's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYou know, that top photo almost doesn't look real. It looks like the background of a fantasy painting, like there should be a dragon flying over the water.
ReplyDeleteobviously the place has the most to do with it, but i think the age of the photo combined with blown up developing system of the Kodak advantix system (which is kinda a waste of the cut off part of the pictures in retrospect. i wonder if you can take the negative in and get the whole picture)add to the unreal sort of old national geographic quality of that picture.
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