Of course I constantly despair at my own incapacity, at the impossibility of ever accomplishing anything, of painting a valid, true picture or even knowing what such a thing ought to look like. But then I always have the hope that, if I persevere, it might one day happen. And this hope is nurtured every time something appears, a scattered, partial, initial hint of something which reminds me of what I long for, or which conveys a hint of it – although often enough I have been fooled by a momentary glimpse that then vanishes, leaving behind only the usual thing.
Monday, August 29, 2016
Thursday, August 11, 2016
Saturday, August 6, 2016
Iron, the traditional gift for a 6th wedding anniversary was kind of a tough one to think about romantically. But it just so happened that we found ourselves in the Shark Bay area, with this incredible iron rich red dirt and stone all around us, so piercingly beautiful and Australian against the blue sea, that we asked our friend Tom to take a few quick pictures for us. Happy, spontaneous, relaxed, a little unkempt as one often becomes on salty holidays and counting ourselves incredibly lucky.
1st wedding anniversary - paper
2nd wedding anniversary - cotton
3rd wedding anniversary - leather
4th wedding anniversary - flowers
5th wedding anniversary - wood