I'm beginning to think about the "photo-memoir" presentation for the Appalachian Studies Conference at Radford that is coming up in March. As much as possible I want to tailor the spoken word to center around the images. I'd like the undercurrent theme (perhaps) to be "finding the light"--in both the sense of capturing sunlight from all times of year, times of day, all its nuance of color and intensity; and finding the light of understanding about my place in all of this during this time that Fragments has been a vehicle for self-expression and exploration.
One thing I may want to consider is transitional images with quotes--visual bullets--that will keep the focus on belonging and sense of place even while I'm projecting images of the creek, autumn leaves, snow and ice, or nature.
Here's where you come in, Fragments friends. If you have a favorite poem, quotation or snippet from an essay, work of fiction or non-fiction or anything of the sort that you think is Fragments-compatible and might help me stitch the pieces of this visual narrative together, I'd be most appreciative if you'd send them my way.
Why not do this in the form of a comment, and if there end up being a goodly number of these bits, I can move them to the front page of Fragments as a post in a month or so for all to share and discuss.
This land is my deepest companion
The sight of which always reassures
I wander through life with her gentle reminders
Monrning mists, gentle hills, warming light
In this place of peace I long just to be
Just to be, just to be, making one more beautiful memory...
Posted by: Carl at November 3, 2004 10:52 AM
Your leaf photo has made me remember a lovely, artistic poem by ee cummings:
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Posted by: Leah Brooks at November 3, 2004 12:52 PM
As the leaves of the trees are said to absorb all noxious qualities of the air, and to breathe forth a purer atmosphere, so it seems to me as if they drew from us all sordid and angry passions, and breathed forth peace and philanthropy. There is a severe and settled majesty in woodland scenery that enters into the soul, and dilates and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.
--Washington Irving
Posted by: Trey at November 4, 2004 03:17 PM