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26 fridays/week 16/silence

Here and there a tawny brook prattled out from among the underwood and lost itself again in the ferns and brambles upon the further side. Save the dull piping of insects and the sough of the leaves, there was silence everywhere – the sweet restful silence of nature.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

next in our circle is Ginger Haddock of Fernbird Photography

August 9, 2013 - 1:47 pm

alison - Congrats on the new site! Looks great. You’ve got me longing for my summers at camp in the mountains..

August 9, 2013 - 3:13 pm

Ginger Haddock - These are wonderful. Yes, I think of nature too, although it can be quite noisy! love, love that fern shot.

August 9, 2013 - 4:58 pm

pamela joye - ferns and brambles my oh my. you’ve managed to create something here that feels incredibly antiquated yet modern. the photographs feel like the quote you chose and at a glance, i might wonder if they weren’t restored pictures from that time. each one feels carefully taken and land with such a tactile impression.

August 9, 2013 - 9:37 pm

Sara Kelly - Beautiful of course, Lili. I think what I like best is the legitimately careless nature of the first. His pose, his hair, even his legs on the slippery rock seem like a comment on boys at that age, when everything is silence or deafening noise. I remember that age, when I so desperately wanted silence but so desperately wanted to be included, too. I really love that image.

August 11, 2013 - 2:18 am

Linsey - I love that you took such a poignant quote and developed into a something very poetic. Your image longs for silence, the boy longs to be left alone. Such a moving interpretation!

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