Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Ned and Aya Rosen


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  1. Her tender, understanding eyes transfix me like a light blinking from a far away airport or some transmitter beyond a hilltop horizon where stars in the cloudless sky compete for its brightness. Her collar-bone is a narrow, gentle walking bridge so tranquil one can hear the birds sing all day. In the mornings it is covered with the lightest mist like sparkles left over from the stars that vanished and the flowers that drifted near-by, where long ago, quaint passers-by would insist, "It is the pathway of the angels that tread from heaven to find us here!" Her traveling companion sighs in wise retort, " Nay, it is the bridge that takes them back!" Thank you, Nettie.

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  2. there is something very raw and permanent as if etched into history about this photo, yet at the same time i can't quite hold on to it, its also fleeting. very nice.

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