A description of what started this particular blog can be found in its first entry --Feb. 9, 2009. It's about healing.
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Insulators
Tinted glass poured into Contour of cables Carried over roads, Cities, over rarities, Familiarity, daily Schemes and dreams alike Connect now only to Day and night --refracting Sunlight and in age Still glow bright.
The kind of thing (unlike Emma) I don't see - or maybe don't recognise. But from the photos I can tell they are beautiful in colour and shape, even if their primary reason is to be useful. (Pretty good combination.)
Esther Montgomery Esther and the Time Machine (New Blog!) http://estherandthetimemachine.blogspot.co.uk/
Norma has a keen sense of finding beauty in most practical things and then capturing the beauty in the photograph with the utmost care. Accompanied by your poem here they make us imagine the beauty ever so vividly. Thanks for sharing.
I wish I had a penny for every one of these that I have seen. They are pretty when you see them up close.
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ReplyDeleteThe kind of thing (unlike Emma) I don't see - or maybe don't recognise. But from the photos I can tell they are beautiful in colour and shape, even if their primary reason is to be useful. (Pretty good combination.)
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Esther and the Time Machine (New Blog!)
http://estherandthetimemachine.blogspot.co.uk/
Oh how beautiful...both the image - and even more so - your words.
ReplyDeleteI haven't seen these before either...so that makes them even more intriguing...:)
You're able to write beautiful poetry about anything. First, insulators. Next, sloths?
ReplyDeletePS I like the sound of rarities...familiarity.
Ah. We have one of those on our shelf. Beautiful poem. You do remarkable work.
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Norma has a keen sense of finding beauty in most practical things and then capturing the beauty in the photograph with the utmost care. Accompanied by your poem here they make us imagine the beauty ever so vividly. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI wish the old times were still here.
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