despite what you say, it is still summer, i need summer still, i cling to it and most of all to that gesture of yours when you slowly raised your hand, the fingers stained by the red of berries, the dress all sparkling under the sun, and made as if to touch me, through the thicket of little white flowers swaying in the wind.
instead, you picked a flower and turned away, walking away from me with its thin stalk between your teeth.
hello my beautiful friend.
ReplyDeleteooooooooooooooh so beautiful these masterpeices of yours- the cascade of daisiesI've encountered them before in your journal-they refresh my mind
*and made as if to touch me*-it leads me to feel that the entire universe was made to touch me.
daisy white kisses to you
i love daisies!!! they embody summer, as well as poppies, but in a gentler and fresher way, not wild and passionate. in romanian, we call them _margarete_ :-) (and the singular is _margareta_, as the name Margareta :-)
Deletekisses back :-)
And those berries are fantastic. And almost surely poisonous. These will lead you directly to Hades (just a short excursion, maybe a few months).
ReplyDeletethey are not poisonous!!! (though i know i am destroying the dramatic touch the story needs :-) - they are redcurrants, i am sure you must have them on your island as well - or are they not that exotic to deserve that honour? :-)
DeleteYes! Yes! We need lots of flowers and berries to make it summer. My fingers are stained red from the berries. Indeed it has been a wonderful summer.
ReplyDeletei agree with you :-) and yes, i can't imagine summer without thinking of red-stained fingers...
Deletethere is such divine purity, vulnerability, tenderness in these images (and in all of your photographs for that) that ever so gently washes over my soul - soothes, yet momentarily takes my breath away, refreshes my senses. gorgeous! both images and words.
ReplyDeletethank you from my heart.
humbly bowing to you, dear Tanja, your words have touched me deeply (and though this might sound as a cliche, it isn't, i want you to know that).
Delete_i_ thank you.
oh,dar mie mi se pare o asa rasuflare a tuturor florilor din lume,parca,incat nu cred sa poata pleca cineva departe de ele,unde poate exista non-floarea,dupa ce tu ai brins aici toate buchetele posibile?:)
ReplyDeletesi toata prezenta,si toata plecarea verii aici,totodata,ca intr-un buchet complet,cu toate stadiile vietii in el :)
draga, in acest buchet complet, pe care l-ai vazut (inventat, imaginat) tu, si zambetul meu varatic, pentru tine, atata bucurie...
DeleteHow surprisingly fresh! Love how the little white flowers blend with the fabric of the dress and the cherries glisten.
ReplyDeleteyes, a bit surprising for my usual ways, but i couldn't resist :-)
DeleteI enjoy both the images and the text, too. My daughter, Ravenna, has a dress similar to the one in your photograph above and how I love the stains on her litter fingers and face! Your text also has a sadness to it, a slow sadness and turning...to contemplate. Beautiful!
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amazing, you have a daughter named Ravenna and you are writing about her exactly now?!! i am surprised as i am _now_ in _Ravenna_ :-) how can this happen???!
Deletethank you for your kind and sensitive contemplation of my photos...
joy