Crumble (Photo)

"Words fail
Buildings tumble
The ground opens wide."
She's Actual Size.
They Might Be Giants.
Labels: music, Self portrait
Essays. Meanderings and mutterings. Lots of photos of our cat. Counting coup on fifty years existence.

Labels: music, Self portrait
13 comments:
I don't think I've ever seen you with your hair down before. Pretty.
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I hope you don't mind, but I printed out the picture, made a bunch of copies, and put them up all over town. Now I can say "Her face, hangs in portrait, on the post office wall"...
very good portrait z. I've come to like the tint you usually use.
Am I the only one who is finding these haiku hilarious? Not all of them.
But..."they might be giants"???
And I really like the portrait, too.
lj.
Um. Not haiku. Lyric quote from song by They Might Be Giants. A band. Haiku has 17 syllables. I suspect you are pulling my leg chain.
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Mark,
Can't take much credit for it, just the Sepia on Photobooth from Mac. Always have had a soft spot for those old photographic processes.
The last two lines speak to me in a big truth voice.
Colleen,
Not my words. A quote. Links have been added for clarity.
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Wow. That's a mesmerizing photo. So beautiful and simple and still, and yet it takes a lot of doing to look at it; there keeps being more there.
Dale,
As always, you cut to the bone, and take my breath away.
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