Current Photo Friday theme: Edges.
Mendocino, California, 1998, shot on film
Three Voices At The Edge
In Mendocino’s morning mist
Where time collides with memory
Voices sing from hissing surf
Muse: We live on the edge of a body of water
Maiden rewrites her lyric:
He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone.
But at his head no grass-green turf,
At his heels no stone.
Maestro: How deep is the ocean
How deep is the ocean
I’ve lost my way
I had a dream along the (or a) costal highway, that makes me think also of the CA highways along the coast. There was a bend with a snow-capped mountain on the horizon that singularly grabbed my attention. As the mountain traced the curve of the bend, the vehicle behind me drove off the highway into the ravine below, into a grassy muddy swampy patch between the sand and ocean. I pulled over to help, but I now I realize I was going up well above the ravine. A beach vehicle floated across the sand to a turquoise rectangle near the vehicle in the swamp. Just beyond that snow-capped mountain, in daylight moon colors, shone a giant wheel with tubular compartments like the London Eye, but much, much bigger. Alright, ’twas “flippin’ enormous” in the words of Donna Noble in The Wasp and the Unicorn. The center of the wheel was above the snowy peak, say a quarter or third radius. It felt carved out of a horizon moon illusion, a space wheel?
Such detail demands that you go and listen to this. =) Your own fault. You reminded me of the last verse.
Well, that’s fairly close to being a possibility, though I never heard that song before. This demands a 45 purchase, and, if I could print the images in my dreams, I’d make that dreamed moment the sleeve cover.
Do them in abstract, like I do! =)