Meri, This is a profoundly moving piece that you have created here, both photo and haiku. The soft glow of light offers some compassionate respite and perhaps some humanity to what was once a very harsh, cold and inhumane environment where the weight and value of a person's soul was not recognized. Your photograph, offers that recognition. You, Meri, with your eye and lens, have managed to revise a little of American history.
My house re-built from three walls of a tumbled down cobbler's cottage, date stone 1674 - they were hard times for the occupants I think, but not slaves! You captured the essence as a reminder of our freedom.
Hiya Meri, Did you take this photo? It almost looks like one of those newfangled HDR tone-mapped images that seem to be all the rage now. The Haiku makes one feel the cold.
First of all. I'm crazy about the photo.Secondly i want to second what Noelle said. the photo softens the hard life of the slaves. For me its easy to say its beautiful because I love old things, but to them it was a different story. A lovely haiku
So. . . according to the time and place of my birth, my Sun is in Virgo. My Moon is in Scorpio. My rising sign (Ascendant) is in Aries. I tend toward perfectionism and can be critical, sometimes directing it at others but mostly toward myself. I have emotional depth and when I fall in love, I'm totally committed and expect the same of my Beloved (though my secret fear is betrayal). I like being active and my mind is quick. Knowledge is important to me, as is mastery of things that interest me. I tend to dive into things headfirst and sometimes I let myself go hogwild. . . and wear myself out. And often, once I know as much about something as I need to know, I lose interest and am off to the next shiny thing. What's your profile? (And I know that the good stuff applies, but the bad stuff is just so much bunk.)
It's been a while since I worked in my "real" art journal, the one I collage and draw in after having painted the watercolor paper pages with liquid watercolors. Well. . . painted is probably not an accurate depiction, since I usually saturate a wadded up paper towel and smear the damp paint on, or maybe sponge it on. And then wait. And wait. Waiting for the page to dry. Then I begin to glue various things onto pages with Yes paste or acrylic gel medium. And wait again. It can sometimes take two or three days to find just the right things for the page, adhere them, and wait for the layer to dry so I can build in the next one. Meanwhile, the thickness of my art journal expands like an unruly waistline. Digital art journaling, on the other hand, is much tidier. And quicker. And just as layered and nuanced. I make these babies on Polyvore.com. If you're interested in learning how, email me (meriak@y...
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All the best, Boonie
Peace.
Boonie and Nanka: Thanks.
Spadoman: History has some interesting lessons. You'd think we'd have mastered the reason for peace by this time, but apparently not. . .
This is a profoundly moving piece that you have created here, both photo and haiku. The soft glow of light offers some compassionate respite and perhaps some humanity to what was once a very harsh, cold and inhumane environment where the weight and value of a person's soul was not recognized. Your photograph, offers that recognition. You, Meri, with your eye and lens, have managed to revise a little of American history.
xoxo,
Noelle
Thank you
thanks for visiting my blog and leaving a nice comment. ;)
Going Back...
blessings to you!
Did you take this photo?
It almost looks like one of those newfangled HDR tone-mapped images that seem to be all the rage now.
The Haiku makes one feel the cold.
~Deb
A lovely haiku
so glad you are here.
I loved the way the photo and the words work together to create a powerful image!
Kind regards
Clint