little glimpses

“All you can ever achieve is a sense of your soul. You gain little glimpses of its light, colors, and contours. You feel the inspiration of its possibilities and the wonder of its mysteries.”



~ John O'Donohue

The world is very nearly drained of colour by now, almost mid March. And yet these glimpses of colour. A glimpse into the very soul of winter, into the wintered souls.

All of these photographs, perhaps they add up to a glimpse into my soul. Certainly a glimpse into my life.

We have always been wary that the soul ends up in photographs.

Okay, I was just reading one of those types of websites written by groovy psychics and which talks about your soul in previous lives etc. And she has a post about this idea that photos steal souls. She says a photo has the ability to capture your energy and that they 'lock in your frequency.' Which actually, I quite like. I would apply this not only to a photo taken of a person, but to a photo taken of anything, a photo that is taken with a certain type of attention. These photos of frosted grass, for example, I think they must say something about my 'frequency' at one moment in time. In taking them, in short, I was trying to achieve a sense of my soul.