all the snow and ice has inspired today's post. these images are of a dear friend from a series of disposables.
"These delicate things are for you. When you find your softness again you will water their fleshy tunnels and push their banners toward the sun. Even the most steadfast warriors are delicate. Even my marrow can melt to the point of deluge.
If I sit still long enough, I can believe in the loop. The same drops of water striking the same naked flesh in precise cadence and order. I am frozen in time, in a symphonious rainstorm. For a moment, I am whole and mighty. Then I notice the cadence bleed. One drop missed its queue and I am a body in a bath tub. Worse yet, somehow this classifies as motion."