Saturday, December 22, 2012

Burial Applicant

Yesterday, there were thirteen ravens perched on the tree outside my window. And in the weak sunlight filtering through the clouds, I shivered. Because I thought I saw you die Tuesday morning. Because last night, I visited your grave and placed a dozen white magnolia flowers on the fresh earth and watched as they drowned in the rain. Yet here you are, walking past my house as always: lost in the labyrinth of your mind, dark curls tangling in the wind. Are you dead or am I just a ghost? Somehow, I am afraid to ask.


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  1. These photos are gorgeous! x

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  2. These are hauntingly beautiful! The words at the end are poetry, to me, and I just keep going back to the second and third photos. The distortion of the film in the second one is like a whirlpool, a drowning swirl of color. And the third photo is so bold. Simple, yet bold.

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    1. Thank you! The third photograph is my favorite as well!

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  3. Oh, and Liz? If you voted for my Christmas tree in that contest, thank you. It was a small gesture for you, but you have no idea how much I really appreciate it. Thank you. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas.

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    1. No need to thank me. It was no trouble at all! I hope it made your Christmas brighter!

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  4. Oh so beautiful! Love the blouse! Your writing compliments the photographs beautifully!!

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  5. You know, usually I'm not a fan of posed photography but you do it so well, I love the personal touches in all your pictures. Love!

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