as we descend past story and inventory and word into the shape almost words suggest, like a micro facial expression of mood that only gut and camera can catch.
More poetry photos and excepts at humanyms.
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Intriguing piece – it sings with style and thought.
Reminds me of a baby who can’t talk but knows what he wants to say! Nice pictures.
I read some on your blog, we have been to similar places in France and Italy. It was rainy in Cortona when we were there. 🙂
Most of that is on my other blog, the ‘little blog.’
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BTW, I like your idea of ” keep these exclusively “poety thingees” together where they don’t harrass non poets with going on about such too much.”
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