Grey ingots of first light
are picked up by the azure glove of day
and thrust into the golden embers of the setting sun
before being melded into day upon the ringing black anvil of night.
T. Adams 2015
Tag: arcane
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And yet as an image it sings its own song.
Photograph by T.AdamsThe singer’s voice speaks,
it is not essential to understand the words
it is enough to be captured by the beauty of the sound , we stand transfixed in our own personal mindscape of the pitch, cadence, rhythm,
Oh! – The simplicity of vibration.
As a child whistling with my brother amazed at the distortion created when the two frequencies clashed what an experience existing yet spawned by neither of us.
This image is offered to as a homage to that, which does not exist but is there,
Without light the word is not visible, if the book remains closed, although that inside which exists it is not seen.
And yet as an image it sings its own song.
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A Gender Mystery – Retail Therapy,
Two Pictures the gap between
A Gender Mystery – Retail Therapy,
Words That May Help.
Swinging her feet over the end of the bed she headed to the shower, after the ritual cleansing she dried her hair and slipped into a bright yellow dress with white spots.
With increasing anticipation she grabbed the collected regalia required for the spiritual experience about to occur.
The celestial journey began as she stepped out of the door.
A Gender Mystery – Retail Therapy Sylph like she glided between the aisles, as if drawn by some mystical force she moved on eyes glazed and yet somehow curiously focused.
The first stop was the seat at the cosmetic counter where she talked briefly to the high priestess of glamour, who with potions and colour heightened her radiance and lifted her self-confidence.
Uplifted, but thirsty, she headed to the watering hole for refreshment. After standing in line she ordered a skinny
latte.
Across the crowded room their eyes met , picking up her refreshment she made her way over to her fellow disciple.
Sitting down, eyes locked, watching every nuance of facial expression intently, making sure that nothing was misunderstood, they exchanged observations. Refreshed they departed to explore more aisles of pleasure,
prepared and armed with knowledge shared.
Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, steps truncated, mind started to blur, it was time, exhausted, and yet inspired by the visionary gifts
of humankind’s ingenuity. She made the journey home.
The journey ended, crossing the threshold, as many times before, now time to meditate and reflect.
Retail Therapy, – he would not understand, – the mystery and wonder of window shopping.
