I woke at four, got up at five. What vexes my predawn hours? I went outside to feel the air. It had cooled, but not enough. I left the door ajar, open to the dark, the cat darting in and out in celebration. The cool air turned cooler, rushing to where I worked (worked?) at my computer. The sun refused to shine until it finally revealed the grayness that hid the tardy dawn. Cool, but not blue. It will be bone-aching weather today. It is eight. I've drunk a pot of coffee, and after I write this, I will find my way back to bed. The day, I suppose, will be somewhat turned around. But I need to dream. One hour, I think. That is all. One hour.
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"Now, without thinking further, he would go home to his room. He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it's probably only insomnia. Many must have it." (Hemingway, "A Clean, Well-Lighted Place)
I am reading about Chinese Foot binding and searching the internet for historic chinese photographic portraits. Did you at one time have a link to a photographer who collected Geisha Potraits or Chinese photographs? Maybe you didn't but there is a quality your images have that harken to those painterly photos. Congrats on the "Shot of the Day". It is good to get noticed
ReplyDeletesome call it insomnia...I've always thought it was something else!
ReplyDeleteTammy, Thanks. I think I qualify for community art festivals with this : )
ReplyDeleteR, Yes, it's called irony.