So visually present, profound yet such a vivid alive look at what is so remarkable in the ordinary. You have always had the poets sensibility, like weaving rivulets of fudge within vanilla ice cream: such a tortured metaphor I know, but to quote my friend, Matt Siliman, “what’s a meta for?” You paint images which color all our senses. Write on daughter.
Thanks for this, Nandi. Yes, it is a measure of our refusal to take in the urgency of this moment in our planetary history that we go on building museums! The planet will continue as she always has. With or without the cedar waxwings and the humans. The grief of the damaged world we bequeath to our children is almost unbearable. But bear it we must, as mothers always do. ❤️💔
So visually present, profound yet such a vivid alive look at what is so remarkable in the ordinary. You have always had the poets sensibility, like weaving rivulets of fudge within vanilla ice cream: such a tortured metaphor I know, but to quote my friend, Matt Siliman, “what’s a meta for?” You paint images which color all our senses. Write on daughter.
I love the ice cream metaphor :)
Thanks for this, Nandi. Yes, it is a measure of our refusal to take in the urgency of this moment in our planetary history that we go on building museums! The planet will continue as she always has. With or without the cedar waxwings and the humans. The grief of the damaged world we bequeath to our children is almost unbearable. But bear it we must, as mothers always do. ❤️💔
Well said! ❤️