I'm married to a historian, so I know the value of living things turned to monuments. But it's still sad - because I also always anthropomorphize everything. Poor ship!
Drifting, drifting...that's the way it looks on the edges of our civilisation. A drifting, a searching, beyond all the known grounds for an other ground.
from Travels in the Drifting Dawn by Kenneth White
As he travels through the great human desert, this man, this lonely figure endowed with active imagination, has, you may be sure, a higher aim, a more general aim, than that of a mere strolling reporter.
Baudelaire
tutto, in natura, ha una essenza lirica, un destino tragico, una esistenza comica.
santayana
the floating elvis had heard the words the floating elvis had looked out for so long it was time to see the world he was not alone
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I'm married to a historian, so I know the value of living things turned to monuments. But it's still sad - because I also always anthropomorphize everything. Poor ship!
Poor landlocked ship, indeedy. It shows skill that you don't need to tell us exactly what she is but you show us through her not-so dead eyes.
not so happy with this one i have to say. let's call it a work in progress...!
the St Elmo's fire
of tourists’ cameras
I liked this image...
A tri horned prompt fitted you to a T!
It's only because the others blind with light that this one doesn't yet shine.
peadar, i'm genuinely touched by that. thank you
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