Tuesday, September 11, 2012
And so I have limped around the house, worn a heating pad like a housecoat, and tried to trick my body into forgetting the inflicted pain.
A few days ago, I decided to pick up my camera, click the macro lens into place, and use my nerve cells differently. Photography is pleasure, pure and simple. It forced these old bones into new alignments. It eased some of the fire.
I think of this sunflower as being a yellow-lashed eye. I think of it as dreaming.