Rings, counting, and just how long has this been here?
Feckless dawn, scent of tar, crushed horizons
A noon sun arrives in no particular sky at no particular time
Shimmering greens, scent of pine—
And all these dusty needles
Brian Eno
Another Day On Earth
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Poem and Image by Rob Goldstein (c) 2016
Thank you for visiting my website. Your words and art are vividly rich and inspiring–a beautiful reflection of your inner self. Your work reminds me of India which I once was privileged to visit: always surprising, always in superlatives. This is such a journey–finding our true inner selves! I am looking forward to more of your posts! 🙂
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Thank you! I’m honored by your comment!
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Well done! Was the image of the man in the lower right corner of the piece purposely placed? G-uno
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Yes. This is a frame grab from a digitized video of an old nature program that I taped in the 1990’s. I use layers to add texture, light and depth. This frame is a point of transition to a different scene.
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I really liked that layer. It caught me by surprise while I was admiring the colors of the tree. Well done. G-uno
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Thank you.
I’m finishing work I started years ago. I started the tree in 2011 and I found the poem this morning an old piece of notebook paper so I guess I drafted the poem in 1981 because most of the entries in the notebook have that date.
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Very welcome. Looking forward to seeing more. 🙂 G-uno
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Thank you for the re-blog!
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