What's this, Dumpa?
I saw her grown up, this moment in time frozen in sepia memory, some day far future. Seasons of green will come and go. She will not likely remember this simple question, or will she know how her mother's father took more than photographic pictures of her, through time, that instant in the early fall of 2005, in the endless roll of time of which we are short bursts of reason and delight.
What is it? It's a spider egg mass. It is infinity in the palm of your hand, dear child.
Comments
Goodness, that's a gorgeous portrait. Those are the eyes of a grown woman: your daughter's eyes, perhaps?
Posted by: Lorianne | August 26, 2005 8:25 AM
Oh my goodness. You managed to feed my intellect, aesthetic sense and finally my heart all equally in these last two posts. My cup runneth over.
Posted by: JeanG | August 26, 2005 8:52 AM
Same thought as Lorianne; those are eyes that captivate the soul (but you knew that!)
The future holds many more wonders for all of you; of that, I am certain.
Posted by: andy | August 26, 2005 9:25 AM
Wonderful! That's one for enlarging & displaying for sure.
p.s. How did you do the background?
Posted by: Jane | August 26, 2005 10:41 AM
What a gorgeous shot of a beautiful child!
Posted by: kenju | August 26, 2005 3:49 PM
that is a great shot, wonderful subject matter
Posted by: cindy lee | August 29, 2005 8:59 AM