Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.
In looking forward to the requirements for Assignment One I have been thinking about what I might do. Sometimes I find the subject immediately suggests itself but all I could determine at this point was that I was going to do the landscape option. I’m not sure exactly where but I know water will be involved, either the local canals or the lake. I have started collecting royalty free images of lakes and following on from my reading about Corinne Vionnet’s images have been thinking about archetypal viewpoints of lakes.