...our last admission...
For me, your comprehensive best.
very melancholy ...
pot tacea in fata albului,la fel cum simt ca pot spune atatea lucruri,el imi permite,atat de bun,orice.si totusi,nu indraznesc sa maculez prea mult aceasta tacere si aceasta clipa a fragilitatii,manifestata,mi se pare mie,in deplina ei forta.stiu ca frumusetea ei traieste,mai ales,in vecinatatea unui pericol,care,cel putin in vizibil,pare oricand gata sa o absoarba,sa o extermine.dar asezarea ei acolo,langa,pare ca si cum nu ar putea sa simta primejdia.nu cred in fragilitate pana la capat-sunt tentata sa cred,mai degraba,in ceea ce ne face sa o cautam.
because i got this question in my mail, even if i was sure there would be no mystery in this case :-) - the concrete "content" of the photo represents a hair of mine, floating in the water, while i was washing my hair in the sink, i noticed it and ran for my camera, with my hair all dripping wet (i think we've had this discussion here on the Bridge many times: i do think that one cannot be a photographer without being obsessed like this :-)
Am i on the right bridge? i should have made a left turn at Albuquerque...But i'm here and i love it! (and for the Romanian members in the audience...i should explain this pop culture reference: it comes from Herr Meets Hair[sic], an episode of Bugs Bunny--where Bugs is in the Black Forest (where else?), and a discussion of Germany and the Third Reich permeates the cartoon!)
I can't help but respond to Prospero's comment.Lately I too have been viewing these "light hearted cartoons"- actually I have been viewing Donald Duck. I was surprised to find anti nazi protests cartoons starring Donald Duck.Beneath the surface these cartoons deal with serious issues.anyway my friend thankyou for another beautiful masterpeice. I have a couple of dream interpretations here. the first one follows the trend of the season*yes a white blanket of joy covers our suffering and our heart locket contains love.my second dream interpretation involves the oppressiveness of whiteness,the nullification of all the bright details of our existence and the apparent locking in of our mortal existence displaying the tension of existence as white is purifying and healing as it contains the colours of the spectrum.amazing that this masterpeice could have grown from the sink.the mundane holds all our secrets.sending you white kisses my beautiful friend,I will wait to say snow kisses in the next post.
why, Prospero, does this seem to be such a strange image for the Bridge?! :-) to me, what is really strange on the bridge is a mention of BugsBunny in the comments :-PMadeleine, what you said about "the mundane holds all our secrets" is so true, i couldn't help but remembering Eliade's opinions from the Sacred and the Profane:"From themost elementary hierophany-e.g., manifestation of thesacred in some ordinary object, a stone or a tree-tothe supreme hierophany (which, for a Christian, is theincarnation of God in Jesus Christ) there is no solutionof continuity. In each case we are confronted by the samemysterious act-the manifestation of something of awholly different order, a reality that does not belong toour world, in objects that are an integral part of ournatural "profane" world.The modem Occidental experiences a certain uneasinessbefore many manifestations of the sacred. He findsit difficult to accept the fact that, for many human beings,the sacred can be manifested in stones or trees, for example. But as we shall soon see, what is involved isnot a veneration of the stone in itself, a cult of the treein itself. The sacred tree, the sacred stone are notadored as stone or tree; they are worshipped preciselybecause they are hierophies, because they show something that is no longer stone or tree but the sacred".so one could add, a stone, a tree or a sink :-)))bisous!!!