S W O O N D: through the looking glass

6.14.2010

through the looking glass

I took these shots of some pretty flowers that materialized on Mother's Day. I like the subdued tones and the hazy, underwater "effect" — the result of aiming my camera at an antique mirror in our bedroom.

Plus: A (partial) self-portrait. It's the closest I've come so far to exposing myself here at the place. Baby steps.

Thanks for stopping by and saying Hey.

:217 project no. 30; images dianamuse

6 comments:

Anonymous said...: Very pretty! smiles; 6/14/2010
emily said...: what beauty! xo - em; 6/15/2010
* said...: You're brave. Blog self portraits can be daunting/odd/etc. It's a flinging out of self, much different than words...
But yours is lovely! As are your flowers.

Happy summer.; 6/15/2010
Anonymous said...: Dazzled.A-mused by your blog.I admit you inspire.Just like a muse.I might write a post about your blog.ok?; 6/15/2010
What Possessed Me said...: So ethereal and lovely.

And you're blonde! Why did I think brunette? Now I want to learn more...greedy, greedy. xo; 6/16/2010
Anonymous said...: They look lovely, congrats! ♥; 6/17/2010

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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