S W O O N D: one of these things is not like the others...

6.03.2008

one of these things is not like the others...

One of these things just doesn't belong.
Can you tell which thing is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?

I picked off a shot from my i-archive and placed it among some gorgeous still lifes from the amazing Studio Aandacht. It takes a pretty sophisticated eye to figure out which one doesn't belong here. Go on. Make a guess.

So sorry I've been scarce lately. I hope to regain some momentum over the weekend. My great thanks to all of you who stop by - you're wonderful. You know that already.

:studio aandacht; d:m

7 comments:

Anonymous said...: I love these -- I'm very into the work of Beth Lipman, the glass artist. She does still life in clear glass. Amazing.; 6/05/2008
Joanna Goddard said...: love these!; 6/05/2008
Jen said...: I love these shots, too. You really brought nostalgia with that song.; 6/05/2008
Paul Pincus said...: so gorgeous!; 6/05/2008
Vanessa said...: My guess: The one that doesn't belong is the photo with the gorgeous blue vases. And I have absolutely no intelligent reason to back it up. :-)

Wonderful photos, in all!; 6/06/2008
Ana said...: Love those tulips and the tablescape w/ the legos! so unexpected!; 6/07/2008
Anonymous said...: These are gorgeous! I would guess the blue vases too.; 8/09/2008

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the world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.

- w. b. yeats

sounds travel through space long after their wave patterns have ceased to be detectable by the human ear: some cut right through the ionosphere and barrel on out into the cosmic heartland, while others bounce around, eventually being absorbed into the vibratory fields of earthly barriers, but in neither case does the energy succumb; it goes on forever - which is why we, each of us, should take pains to make sweet notes.

- tom robbins

the same dream returned each night until i dared not to go to sleep and grew quite ill. i dreamed i had a child, and even in the dream i saw it was my life, and it was an idiot, and i ran away. but it always crept onto my lap again, clutched at my clothes. until i thought, if i could kiss it, whatever in it was my own, perhaps i could sleep. and i bent to its broken face, and it was horrible . . . but i kissed it. i think one must finally take one's life in one's arms.

- arthur miller, after the fall

YIN AND JUNG

who looks outside, dreams;

who looks inside, awakes.

everything that irritates us about others can lead us to a better understanding of ourselves.

when we must deal with problems, we instinctively resist trying the way that leads through obscurity and darkness. we wish to hear only of unequivocal results, and completely forget that these results can only be brought about when we have ventured into and emerged again from the darkness. but to penetrate the darkness we must summon all the powers of enlightenment that consciousness can offer.

- carl jung, the stages of life