i put on the boots,
opened my eyes,
and started walking.
from unexpected places.
the weak, beat up,
torn, broken, chipped,
discarded, rusted, abandoned,
of the world
shame the rich,
the complex, the brand new.
is to be found
in the dust.
and dust we are.
the trail of beauty
led me to a door.
the door opened into
a quiet space.
a space for letting go.
a space of freedom
i will share more about this space. soon.
Beautiful Anca. I have a thing or two about walls. Do you have a pinterest account? I think it might just be up your street.ReplyDelete
oh, my, is it breathtaking! thank you for sharing! i don't have an account (can't afford to spend any more time online than i already am), but i do have a tumblr space that acts similarly for inspiration.Delete
Tell me Anca...do you take photos of the ground as well? Of weathered and cracked crosswalks perhaps? Of wooden steps so worn from use that the layering of the paint creates intricate patterns? Just curious...ReplyDelete
i smile in recognition.Delete
Definitely kindred spirits.Delete
you have a fabulous 'eye' - wonderful :)ReplyDelete
it's what happens when we open our eyesDelete
to the 'mundane'.
you are so sensitive to the details of living...lovely. a gentle heart and hand touches these surfacesReplyDelete
thank you for the kind words, henrietta!Delete
following your wabi sabi wanderings
you have a special eye...
xox - eb.
Glad you took us on your wanderings. Such beautiful images, Anca!ReplyDelete
Beautiful images from the every day objects we tend to over look.ReplyDelete
Thanks for your comment on my work.
I am into wabi sabi... weathered, worn, torn, rusty, dusty.. and your images here fit in perfectly.ReplyDelete