Sunday, November 2, 2008

Berenice Abbott

Forgetfulness is like a song
That, freed from beat and measure, wanders.
Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled,
Outspread and motionless, --
A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly.

Forgetfulness is rain at night,
Or an old house in a forest, -- or a child.
Forgetfulness is white, -- white as a blasted tree,
And it may stun the sybil into prophecy,
Or bury the Gods.

I can remember much forgetfulness.

Hart Crane


Chicken And Waffles said...

Simply. Breathtaking. Thanks for sharing this.
BTW, that last photograph looks a bit like you.

Kenzie said...

Beautiful photos! And I was going to say that same thing that CW said about that last one looking like you! lol

Julie said...

No way! Berenice is my idol...I think she's beautiful. She looks nothing like me but thanks!

I absolutely love her photographs, and can't even explain why, so I just posted them with no commentary. Glad you enjoyed them.


Kenzie said...

HEY!! Im actually using my blog... I figure I have it so why not. And I've been bored at work also, lol. So check it out.

And take a gander at the links too, I found some other really neat blogs. :) And some not so neat ones too.