A wrenching dissonance in this post, Kathryn.

The picture suggested to me a adolescent...curious about the world around her...

The words took me beyond nostalgia to a melancholy born of awareness that things cannot be put back the way they were...

I felt the author needed a hug, so...

((( )))

[I once write a story about "Morning Glory" and it is in my Thai CookBook [ http://www.all-my-world.com/pmwiki/pmwiki.php?n=Stories.MorningGloryFood01#AnchorTF01 ]...you might fnd it amusing]

Kathryn: Ray, oh I dearly love your morning glory story and actually shed tears I laughed so hard. I must stay that gives a new meaning to morning glory. Had I read it years ago, I might have thought twice about the sweet little faded morning glory tattoo I have, but then again maybe not

You know, Ray, in my mind and spirit I am an adolescent and am very curious about the world. I would not have it any other way. Thanks for the hug!

BEAUTIFUL, very deep and meaningful.

Kathryn: Oh thanks so much, Tracy. Yes it is meaningful to me, but I wonder what it means to you?

Very good photo your eye is wonderful.

Kathryn: Thanks and that is my glass eye! (just kidding)

There is sadness in those eyes and a poignant wistfulness to the whole image.

Kathryn: Oh those eyes have seen so much, Bill. There is a sadness, but more often than not, they twinkle with mischief and laughter.

Nice to know the poignant wistfulness of the image and the poem was not lost on you.

Touching, beautiful, excellent picture.

Kathryn: Thanks much, Astrid.

Intriguing are you being elusive or playing hide and seek, I like the portrait.

Kathryn: Maybe a bit of both, Nig

I see a blink of an eye. Then read the words of blissful awareness like earth truths. The picture drawn by describing the waves is excellent like the rest of the day's blog.

Kathryn: Louis, i am not so sure about truths. More the imagination of two souls who work hard to control their minds' wistful wanderings. I so suspect in all of that, there is an element of truth.

The description of the wave was a gift from my Muse.

A beautiful and haunting image Kathryn.
Ingrid

Kathryn: Thanks so much, Ingrid. My intent was to express some very personal thoughts that haunt me late at night.

Definitely a sadness in the eyes seen through the melancholic greens and yellows.

Kathryn: Mike, the eyes are the windows to the soul, although mine just as frequently light up with laughter.

you look so sad :-( The colors suit the emotion behind it.

Kathryn: Scarlet, not to worry. I don't feel so sad. However, I am a very sensitive woman and when something (someone) touches me emotionally, I feel it very deeply.

This is really lovely, Kathryn, including your poem.

Kathryn: they were inspired by the same source and were created in a co-mingling of minds and medium. I think they are inseparable as an expression of my self and feelings.

de bien jolies couleurs, j'aime beaucoup.

Kathryn: Je suis heureux vous amour les couleurs et la photographie

...these shattered dreams
like mental splinters
got stock into
my sleepless brain

those midnight whispers
stay with me in
my wicked journey
through the night...

Kathryn: There are verboten cures,
for mental splinters
in a sleepless brain,
that can only be whispered
in a hushed tone
through a dying phone.

oh Kathryn do i like that for sure that is a work of art, brilliant idea and stunning capture of it personally i think one of your best for me, hope your feeling well and have a great weekend......tim

Kathryn: Tim, wow now those are some lovely complimentary words and some very sweet well wishes. Thank you!

Simply stunning!

Kathryn: Now that is a simply stunning comment, Stephen.

I love it how you have collected and built together some of your imaginations-dreams- fragments/stones (some of them are known to us from your comments) to a 'self portrait'- in very poetical words and as a photo- two rather different artificial kinds of exposition with the 'Ich'- I think we all are broken 'Ichs/Ego's, multicoloured, manisided, in many real and fictional incarnations, often blurred, full of dreams and desires and thoughts and feelings..., part of nature and yet in opposite to nature- you have tried to capture the diversity of our personality, and I especially like that a big eye is dominating the photo for the eyes are for me the doors to the reality and other kinds of 'reality' in head and heart... I often thought about the theme "Self portrait' in literature and painting (I have a collection of examples), one of the most beautiful poems is written by Annette von Droste-Hülshoff, Das Spiegelbild/The Mirror Image:

The Mirror Image
Gazing out at me from the glass,
With your eyes’ misty orblets,
Like comets that are dimming;
With features, wherein two souls like spies
Around each other strangely prowl,
Well, then I whisper:
Phantom, you are not my peer!
You’ve but slipped from dreams’ custody,
To turn to ice my live warm blood,
To make pallid my dark locks;
And, for all that, you dawning face,
A dual light within strangely plays.
Were you to step forward, I know not;
Would I love or hate you?
To the ruler’s throne of your brow,
Where thoughts all pay their homage
Like minions, shyly would I peer;
Yet from the eye’s cold lustre,
So full of dead light, all but diffracted,
So ghostly; I, shy guest, would draw
My footstool so far, far away.
That smile around your mouth so mild,
So soft and helpless like a child,
I would shelter in faithful wardenship;
Then again, when it mockingly plays,
Aiming as from the bended bow,
When quiet all its lines displays,
Then flee would I, as before henchmen.
It is for sure, you are not I,
An alien being whom I approach
Like Moses, not wearing shoes,
Filled with forces to me unknown,
Filled with sorrow strange, strange desire;
God have mercy on me, if in my heart
Your soul rests slumbering there!
And yet I feel, as though related,
Myself spellbound by your thrills,
And love must needs unite with fear.
Yes; were you, O phantom, to step
From glass’s circle to the ground,
But gently shiver would I, and
Methinks – weep I would for you!

Kathryn: Ah Philine, you know me so well as you have been able to see how I have pieced together dreams and thoughts into an exposition of "Ich." You are right. We are all a little shattered in both our "real" and "imagined" selves and often they are so at odds with each other--much like the seasick landlocked captain who dreams, but is trapped by something over which he has no control.

The poem you posted suits this photograph and my thoughts here.

The mirror or a photograph or reflection is the only knowledge we have of our physical selves. Often I am surprise to see myself looking out and then back in when I look into a mirror--alien.

Sorry, Kathryn,that I take so much space for my comment, but I must recite this wonderful, thoughtful poem in its original language, too, for it cannot be translated!


Das Spiegelbild

Schaust du mich an aus dem Kristall
Mit deiner Augen Nebelball,
Kometen gleich, die im Verbleichen;
Mit Zügen, worin wunderlich
Zwei Seelen wie Spione sich
Umschleichen, ja, dann flüstre ich:
Phantom, du bist nicht meinesgleichen!

Bist nur entschlüpft der Träume Hut,
Zu eisen mir das warme Blut,
Die dunkle Locke mir zu blassen;
Und dennoch, dämmerndes Gesicht,
Drin seltsam spielt ein Doppellicht,
Trätest du vor, ich weiß es nicht,
Würd' ich dich lieben oder hassen?

Zu deiner Stirne Herrscherthron,
Wo die Gedanken leisten Fron
Wie Knechte, würd' ich schüchtern blicken;
Doch von des Auges kaltem Glast,
Voll toten Lichts, gebrochen fast,
Gespenstig, würd', ein scheuer Gast,
Weit, weit ich meinen Schemel rücken.

Und was den Mund umspielt so lind,
So weich und hülflos wie ein Kind,
Das möcht' in treue Hut ich bergen;
Und wieder, wenn er höhnend spielt,
Wie von gespanntem Bogen zielt,
Wenn leis' es durch die Züge wühlt,
Dann möcht' ich fliehen wie vor Schergen.

Es ist gewiß, du bist nicht Ich,
Ein fremdes Dasein, dem ich mich
Wie Moses nahe, unbeschuhet,
Voll Kräfte, die mir nicht bewußt,
Voll fremden Leides, fremder Lust;
Gnade mir Gott, wenn in der Brust
Mir schlummernd deine Seele ruhet!

Und dennoch fühl' ich, wie verwandt,
Zu deinen Schauern mich gebannt,
Und Liebe muß der Furcht sich einen.
Ja, trätest aus Kristalles Rund,
Phantom, du lebend auf den Grund,
Nur leise zittern würd' ich, und
Mich dünkt - ich würde um dich weinen!

Kathryn: No worries and I am glad you posted it in German so I can look at it in its original language. I often find so many errors in translations.

Finally we see a bit of you!
Very nice. I like that you're using color. It works

Kathryn, this is a beautiful image that evokes emotion even without the poem (though the poem is striking as well).

excellent work kathryn

sorry i can't make any specific technical comments on the photography this time...cos...it's gone beyond just photography now

wonderfull!!!!

Kathryn: mercy!!!