Wednesday, January 1, 2014

In the Sand Hills

         
                                                        ... in the Sand Hills of Nebraska
                           
                   ... Black Angus munch on stubbled grass
                                                                 
                                                                                                        ... I lean into the wind / listen                                
  
                                             ... everything is fiction





The photograph is mine.

8 comments:

  1. "Everything is fiction." What an interesting thought. You constantly surprise me. Thank you for that!

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    1. Thank you, Nancy. I believe there's a great deal of truth in that phrase ...

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  2. Your photography is as extraordinary as your poetry, Teresa.

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  3. The almost barren photo elicits old memories. Wide open space of the midwest. Cold, harsh weather. The truth is what we imagine. Yes, I can hear the fiction now, it is clear, somehow real, and very potent.

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    1. "The truth is what we imagine." Yes. Thank you, Bill.

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    2. Although it can be necessary for survival, and in my case this was so, it is also a rich way to look at the world. Given we know so little about how our universe operates, it is imagination (and art) that set us free from the chains of normalcy. That some cultures embrace imagination (evidently ours not so much) is testimony to its intrinsic nature.

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    3. Thank you for this very thoughtful comment, Bill. Very true.

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