And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams -
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
~Edgar Allan Poe
i spent a morning with my daughter wandering around in the fog on one of the last days of 2011. we had a lovely morning, and the ethereal qualities of the grey all around reminded me of many sleepless nights i’ve had of late. not necessarily unpleasant….but more of a lucid dreaming feeling – listening to music and actually finding comforting thoughts through the madness. i worked with this photo in one of those sleepless hazes, listening to my beloved david sylvian (gone to earth) and finding some much needed peace within.
enjoy a look round the first {elevate} a fine art exploration circle of 2012 by wandering over to the talented jules trandem and see her beautiful post.
as always, thanks for stopping by.
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