Evocative

I attempt poetry, but I never have really gotten into photography. That doesn’t mean that I’m not moved–straight to the gut–by some graphic art (does that cover photography as well as the other kind of art?) –my memory–  Some photographs, and what they can do with them, is utterly miraculous. It’s like a finger through the skin touching my heart.  I received this one in the mail recently–don’t know the photographer–but I’d just like to share:

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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5 Responses to Evocative

  1. Nan Mykel says:

    But don’t we see a lot of combinations of the two on WordPress? So glad for that occasion that made you laugh!
    Regards, Nan

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