Left as a reminder...

Catching sight of a feather on the wet sand somehow stirred the thought that we often lose ourselves piece by piece, leaving the old behind.

We spend so much energy trying to stay aloft, trying to fly high, but maybe there is a quiet wisdom in just letting go and allowing ourselves to land.

Tree-trunk Crocodile

 

A small "crocodile" was dozing on the bent trunk of a dead tree. Looking closely, I realized I hadn't imagined  him; the "crocodile" had indeed settled comfortably on the wood, his eyes were slightly open.

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When autumn will come, it envelops the crocodile in cold and wind but he will still be dozing. In winter,  snow will cover him with a snow-white blanket, but the crocodile will not awake from his long winter slumber.   Spring will touch the crocodile with the warm sun rays, he will squint his eyes from the light, and fall asleep again.  An eternally dozing crocodile.

Studies in the Sky - I.

Study # 1.

Study # 2

Notes to Self. Tangled Lines

 

A tall pole stands topped with the massive nest of Osprey family. Below it, loose nesting materials dangle like tangled threads. 

Now and then, little unfamiliar birds appear on these hanging strands, lingering for a heartbeat before flying away. 

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The idea to edit the scene in high key didn't come right away. But when, a photograph by the Finnish photographer Pentti Sammallahti surfaced in my memory, everything suddenly fell into place.

Of course—it had to be high-key.  It would leave nothing but silhouettes and winding strands as compelling lines.

India, Delhi, 1999, Pentti Sammalahti