Call me lazy. Call me predictable and cliche and overused.
Bypass these lines if your currency is nuance, if what moves you
are the minimalist gestures, if the threads of the crosshatch seams in the couch
are geographies you'd prefer for your treasure. I can't help it.
That splinter of sky, that divisive, decisive crack, fractured something loose,
broke and birthed it all at once. Sometimes, change is a jagged-toothed animal,
tearing the "was" out so fast my head spins, and I watch, almost drunk,
from the window as the whole earth luminesces, shaking a raw hunger
out of my bones. Sometimes, storm is the only way to stillness, the great shaking.
How the feral animals run for home. How even the trees bow down.
by Maya Stein
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Reprinted with kind permission from Maya Stein, who has been writing these treats
for the senses each week...a series she calls, 10-line Tuesday...
again, I thank her for the inspiration that prompted today's image.
Please do read more from her collection over here...
and her blog, one paragraph at a time, is about just that...
"looking at life one paragraph at a time."
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Linking up this week for another Texture Tuesday over at Kim's place.
Our challenge? The "posie edition"...
check out the flower floozie awesomeness going on over THERE....
so much inspiration!
Shot with my DSLR, cropped & tweaked in iPhoto, then taken into FX Photo Studio Pro
where I added a Socorro effect; next into PSE, added 2 layers of Kim's texture, abstract,
soft light @ 80% + screen @ 15%
a wee bit of minor erasing & sharpening,
Till next time, my friends...