Image by Glenn Buttkus
Sometimes the sky
gets captured
in churches.
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::INSIGHT::
What we see, we have already "read" as our visual cortex filters our perceptions down through the doors of our experiences. What we read is immediately transposed perceptually to some kind of image that is compatible with our imagination. Here you will find much to read, and lots to see.
Glenn Buttkus
Glenn Buttkus
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3 comments:
Oh my, this is good. The sky should never be captured anywhere! Its whole identity rests on being boundless. You can't take that away.
~Shawna
rosemarymint.wordpress.com
In fact this string of pearls today, string all these pearls together and you have one brilliant poem
Looking up my
face turned red,
white and blue.
The lines formed
all about me
that afternoon.
Sometimes the sky
gets captured
in churches.
Not knowing what
the sign read
made me uneasy.
I believe that
some signs just
fade away.
Wow, my little "poetic" comments accompanying my wayward images, called "Buttku" by one friend, seem to have taken on a life of their own. Thank you so very much for your insights & comments. TY.
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