breathe

This image is the product of a drive-by photo shoot that I committed (from the passenger seat, I assure) while traveling through the mighty Rockies earlier this year. A favorite Edward Estlin Cummings poem seemed an apt accompaniment. And for your listening pleasure, scroll down to the YuleTube treat below: a reading of the poem by e. e. himself.

Joy, peace, love to you, my darlingests.

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

- e. e. cummings

:image dianamuse

what i'd wear to the holiday party...

...if I'd been invited AND if I were an iconic Asian beauty trained in the art of Geisha AND if I were more self-possessed AND if I were a certifiable nutter (though I'm making headway on that last one).

Truthfully, I just wanted to give you some exquisiteness to gaze upon - and to tell you that I miss being here with you.



But wait. There's more.
I could see getting married in this. In fact, I could see getting married just to be able to get married in this.

Mercy.






:vogue december 05