Waiting for an updraft
27/08/2007
I haven’t been able to get in contact with the artist behind this, or even discover his real name…which I must admit seems to add a lovely air of mystery, a lovely fresh breath of breath fresh air with all this james smith photography jennifer smith photography, johnny john john photography etc…this is just a piece of art, not art by x, just art. Once more I ramble.
I don’t think I even need to say anything at all about this, it speaks for itself of walks with doggies named albert on a sunday evening whilst the lamb slowly cooks in the oven (hopefully with garlic and rosemary).
It reminds me of my visits to Preston hospital, precisely at 6pm everyday (I don’t remember the exact time, but it was the same time every day) thousands upon thousands of birds would fill the sky and fly in unison, weaving complicated patterns, weaving back in on itself like a twisted lovely oozy lavalamp.
I adore this image, its warm and makes me think of heaven. I leave this messy ramble with something from Anne Frank that seems to sum up what I feel about this piece of lovelyness:
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.
More from the same artist:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/fracturedfotos/863085984/
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