the quote’s from Doris Lessing, i guess that kinda makes me a dummy and that’s ok.
poor guy. an exciting name like Publius Vergilius Maro gets vulgarly reduced to Virgil to what, simplify its pronunciation to the masses ?… anyhow, Publius the Poet wasn’t referring to some schmaltzy romanticism when he wrote that but was a deep understanding of one of the only real boundaries that nature on earth has to offer. shores, whether they be in fresh or salt, in still, flowing or seas are the demarcation point between us and them but its also where the two of us can meet as we’re both inextricably attracted to this boundary each one safely in our comfort zones. sometimes we mingle, sometimes we don’t and that’s just fine because something within told us to go there and we simply did what we where supposed to do.
meh… there i go doing exactly one of the things i dislike the most about contemporary photography and any kind of art in general. something i’ve (unsuccessfully) been (mildly) fighting against ever since i did photo school in 1982:
finding the need to put words to images where the image should tell the story on its own and whatever the viewer sees or not or feels or not is their own private business and not mine. besides, i’m a really shitty writer, i know it. it’s just not my thing and i definitely don’t enjoy it and it shows. i’ll try to not fall into that trap again so,
here’s a shore that had its own story to tell.
hold on there both of you, what’s coming up might be intense…
title quote from William Mountfort’s Zelmane 1705.
an otherwise schmaltzy, overly drab, iffy romantic essay on the indirect art of not relating to fly fishing in any meaningful manner, but at least the title kinda depicts how i feel when i’m staring into watery void.
but his face told her things which she was glad to know.”
best known for his books about the teddy bear Winnie-the-Pooh, it’s pretty clear Milne knew a thing or two about perch as well.
～ Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
that’s a good mind-frame. something tells me he would have an interesting person to hang around with.
～ Dalai Lama
being near water comes second.
drawing by Takashi Kuwahara
i can imagine three possible explanations to this rare beauty and only one makes sense.
– there was nothing above such as a tree or whatever where water could have fallen and frozen stalagmite-like.
– water could have been pushed up from the ground. that’s indeed plausible but by the inner bubble formations it would seem that they expanded outwards from the ice formation’s core and not from the ground.
– fairies made this just for me to force me to question everything i’ve learned and accepted as fact so far. i’ll take this one.
Loren Eiseley’s fantastic “If there is magic on the planet, it is contained in Water” quote instantly comes to mind and today’s little discovery couldn’t be a finer example of what she meant. i wonder if she too believes in fairies.
The expression, and the comic manner in which it is now delivered, were brought to a wide public in Gilbert and Sullivan’s opera HMS Pinafore, 1878:
Aye, even though Jove’s armoury were launched at the head of the audacious mortal whose lips, unhallowed by relationship, dared to breathe that precious word, yet would I breathe it once, and then perchance be silent evermore. Josephine, in one brief breath I will concentrate the hopes, the doubts, the anxious fears of six weary months. Josephine, I am a British sailor, and I love you!
Sir, this audacity!
(Aside.) Oh, my heart, be still my beating heart!
(Aloud.) This unwarrantable presumption on the part of a common sailor!
i’ll just pretend he wrote non-working fish instead.