It's a line from James Joyce's Ulysses, and it's always stuck with me. Buried in a myriad of wandering thoughts, much like the entire book, it almost pretends to be unimportant, forgettable. But it isn't forgettable. You know what it means, even if you can't better articulate the feeling it is trying to convey. You have known such moments in your life that have fit these words perfectly. A darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend ...
My friend Jane and I were talking the other day about starting a new photography group with the idea of shooting with a particular concept or theory in mind. The initial idea was to shoot with a song (or songs) in our heads, with the end result being a collaborative book. Choose a song and try to think, "what does it look like?" I think this is such a rich idea, but I started thinking about more possible themes, and more books. What it would look like if we chose a theme like stillness, bliss or mornings? There are so many ideas we could play with. Maybe 'song' could be just one book. What do you think?
I have songs for each of these pictures. Can you come up with any?
It was unseasonably warm in Central Ohio yesterday, giving us the opportunity to make serious headway in cleaning out our gardens and doing a little wandering. My weeping cherry just exploded with blossoms in one day, and today's rain washed all the blossoms to the ground. Ah well, you take the good with the bad and look forward to many warm days ahead. After such a long winter, sleeping with the windows open feels like some magical, unreal dream. It's like going from a black and white television to a color one ... you can't help but be mesmerized.