Photographed by Ffion on the flickr.
Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom?, but we hope it, we know it.
(Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.)
Honestly, I could do, like, three more Goethe Months, and maybe someday I will, but for now, I hate January and I want to do something about it.
The Wonder Woman project helped me appreciate and understand her better; the William S. Burroughs project opened me up to new ideas and biographical facts I’d never known nor even heard of; and the NSFW November project — well, the NSFW November project had boobs.
Photographed by Eros Turannos on the flickr.
So this January I will be seeking out deep, positive messages about Winter along with photographs that show me more than bleak snow and the dull, same ol’-same ol’ that the cold weather serves up to me in my perception, and try to draw some conclusions about just why exactly I wake up on January 1st feeling particularly low and the mood does not lift until late February.
Tags: a confession, advice, candids, confession, Eros Turannos, Ffion, images, It happens, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, models, Patron saints, photography, Pictures, quotes, red ribbon, Self-audit, snow, stills, Winter of my discontent
January 12, 2011 at 7:32 pm |
I have never, ever, ever followed a blog…until now…I am totally drawn to yours. You share so many things that I find fascinating, funny, sexy and touching. Thank you for all of your effort.
Ken
January 12, 2011 at 10:57 pm |
Thank you, Ken. That makes me feel pretty fucking flattered! Only a cuss would do for the flattered-level: sorry.