Saturday, October 10, 2015

Standing at the Fence Line


              ... standing at the fence line / listening to autumn

                                                  ... the rise and fall of crow sounds / the whoosh of black wings

                       ... the wounds that don't heal




Photograph by Eric Lawton

8 comments:

  1. This is a wonderful image, and there's nothing more evocative than fencelines. Borders, divisions, safety, a way home in the fog, a place to converse. And, of course, to remember.

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    1. Yes, thank you for this thoughtful comment.

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  2. Omigosh, that last line cut. It follows so well, but I didn't see it coming!

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    1. Neither did I, it wrote itself and I knew it was absolutely right ...

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  3. I am listening to autumn tonight. My son is with me and he is using my elk call to converse with a big bull across the river. It does arouse old memories.

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    1. I'm so glad your son is with you ... it sounds like a fine evening ...

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  4. Crows are very powerful medicine. They seem to give us glimpses into other dimensions. Often symbolic they can lead us in directions that widen our points of view and make our journey more significant and easier to understand.

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    1. Absolutely.They have guided me for some time ....

      Thank you.

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