Showing posts with label friday's flickr fix. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friday's flickr fix. Show all posts

3.5.07

"you must be looking away; so many things work only if you're looking away." ~cole swensen

this week's diptychs:



"hatching a plan"







"top & bottom"








"objects of affection"




see my photostream for more...

20.4.07

"words contain their own beauty of face, but they desire an occupation. they cannot exist on beauty or necessity alone." ~barbara guest













for friday's pairs:

"before and after"














and "chemistree."






i would say go to my flickr and click on the favorites to access the separate photographers, but you're probably getting to know the drill.

13.4.07

the lovely mandibles



that's what i'm calling this friday flickr pair.







and this is simply "rabbits"
as you can see i've become a big fan of lapinfille on flickr. i think you'd like her too.

for more favorites, go here.

6.4.07

three friday pairs













"the art of memory"














"leggy"














"the tiger's stripes are not the tiger's cage"


as usual, just go to my favorites to get the lowdown on each photograph.

30.3.07

tidy














isabel and i found this row of tulips on our walk this afternoon. i'm both drawn to the image and annoyed by it. i know it's not tulips' fault, but they are the epitome of a spring cliché. i'm drawn to clean, domestic images but i need them a little more complicated.



i took this one to offset it:




the rust around the letters comforts me like a custard.













i feel an affinity with these today:

milksnake's egg tooth
mulberry stain
the swagger and bluster of a fire eater
sealing wax
punk and tinder
anything postwar-




for friday's flickr fix i choose these:


"iron-on"













and "catbird seat"

just go here if you want to meet the photographers.

23.3.07

"if everything we feel could be said it would be very beautiful."-peter orlovsky to charlie chaplin














so i made a little friday diptych from two of my favorites of the pictures i took of sophie last evening.

and below are two pairs i made from favorites i found on flickr:




"tied"



















and "making the rounds"








go to the friday flickr fix pool to see more, and to my
favorites page to learn more about the individual photographers.


and to finish, a poem, by jacques prevert:


quartier libre

i put my cap in my cage
and went out with the bird on my head

so

one no longer salutes
asked the commanding officer

no

one no longer salutes
replied the bird

ah good

excuse me i thought one saluted
said the commanding officer
you are fully excused everybody makes mistakes
said the bird.



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16.3.07

delightful pairs














"can't come to the phone right now"
















"next door"


















"fugue"










i've had some strong coffee and i'm in the spring cleaning mood, so i can't dawdle today. . .


go to ez's friday's flickr fix blog to see "can't come to the phone" in the weekly mix.

and see my favorites in the flickr room if you want to know more about the individual photographers.


grosses bises.

9.3.07

pairs













thanks to ez at creature comforts there exists a wonderful new flickr pool called friday's flickr fix. it embodies what i love best about flickr, and has captured the idea of magic in the juxtaposition of photos taken by people independently.













you can join too if you just send her a little note. go to her blog to get more information...








these are my three pairs for today. go to my favorites to get the scoop on everybody.

tonight is my reading as the opening poet for kay ryan and deborah garrison. if you're reading this and you're within a reasonable distance, you might want to come to copperfield's books in montgomery village at seven 'o clock.

but since i know some must miss it, i thought i'd post a little poem here, today, just because.



TIMEPIECE


as i'm leaving

the seaside market of clocks
amid the confusion of hands,

round edges, guesses, and the salt-worn
timekeepers dickering in the sun

i see a shorebird near
a worn spot in the sky

in the threadbare space above me absorbing
the timely vernacular

and turning back i glimpse my freckled shoulder
the celery color of my sundress strap.