Davidlind on Oct 10th 2008 Blogs or Posts, Photos, Writing
This may be a long term relationship. We went back to the beach after a week that included a few showers and here is what we saw.
Still in love.
Sigh.
When you’re in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks. ~Natalie
Clifford Barney
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He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began. ~Leo Tolstoy
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How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said. ~Victor Hugo
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Davidlind on Oct 5th 2008 Blogs or Posts, Photos, Writing
We are back in Richmond tonight. Here’s a photo from this morning. I woke up about 4:30 and the person next to me was still sleeping. I slipped out and walked down to the beach. Nothing was on my mind. I was blank. And I was watching this ship on the horizon. After awhile it reached a point where the horizon started to glow a little bit and I thought “this must be where the sun is going to arrive”.
And then the ship burst into flame. Or so it seemed.
This photo is so dark. I tried to lighten it up. But nothing works. This is the way the camera felt things were at this moment. Does it seem ill-formed to you?
Time passed and I found other things to shoot. What is a good way to describe what you are doing when you take a picture? Shoot seems too much like NRA material.
There was a large woman sleeping in the sand. She had been there the day before. Later when the sun arrived she was there wrapped in her black clothing smoking a cigarette. Someone started talking about a beached whale.
I didn’t find this particularly funny. What is it like to spend your day lying in the sand? Do you talk to the sand? Do you pray to the sky?
I wanted to take her photo. But I didn’t want to invade her privacy. Everyone in the photos I took today saw her there. Nobody spoke to her. She was in a separate world. A separate universe. And I couldn’t take anything from her. So no photos.
After awhile I returned to the sky where we live. I returned to the bed that catches the breezes as they enter the room from the balcony. And I pulled the clean sheet up over my shoulder to evade the chill. My brain settled into a dream . And the woman next to me pressed her body against my back.
And the beach below received the waves and held the spirit of a large woman in a small nest.
Perhaps I will meet her in my dream. Because in the light of day the gulf is too wide and I find it too difficult to communicate with her.
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