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I am struck dumb with wonder so often these days in the presence of Her beauty. Words fail me. Images fail me. Yes, over the years I've found (as perhaps you have also found) that playing with words & films is fun, providing a thrilling means for self-expression, communication, connection - Yet photographs & books are only murky mirrors to the Truth of the Thing - can there be any substitute for walking in a beautiful space without speaking or doing? How frequently these days I pick up the camera or pen only to put it down - how could I place a lens or page between me & my life & thus rob myself of yet another moment of beauty? To what end?
Cool streams of white silk rush, eddy, launch foam tufts up & over there the dark ridge ascending. Even the slightest topographical change, a dip or jut or even yes the presence of a human body tho so small may nuance the flow, may twirl & ripple the fabric of a flowing cloud to let marbled gold columns shine thru, so that far below in green valley town the young adventurer looks up at the glint in the sudden wandering sunbeam & wonders - “One day when I’m Big, I’ll climb that marbling light like a ladder into them way-high clouds.”
trying out my latest purchase, a canon fd 50mm, f3,5 macro lens - i like the performance very much, most of all its sharpness and the strong contrast. Development was in caffenol c-h for 15min.
