Aug 22, 2008

WHITER SHADE OF PALE

West Coast Trail – I often dream in the mist palette of Cape Cod, Santa Cruz, the Pacific Northwest... Sometimes dove-soft whimsy, other times stark black-and-white nightmares. In a recurring one, I blunder along a cliff, pursued, slow, lost.

So when I round a cove, where a stunted tree drools over a sea-stack, I am uneasy. The twisted shaped reminds me of a favorite Japanese watercolor from my parent's house. It also echoes some deep, deep fears I'd rather have checked at the gate...

5 comments:

  1. ...which is why a pair of rose tinted spects always comes in handy. Nightmare be gone!!!

    Hugs
    S!

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  2. And here I was imagining rose-tinted ghosts to complement the skeletons in the closet...

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  3. whatever you do, don't open the closet. Mine rot happily without my interference

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  4. That's a stunning photo.

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