the strange and the beautiful
lie within this treasure chest
Monday, 28 September 2009
Under my Thumb by Rolling Stones
Well this is a blog of treasures, and as this has been stuck fast in my head and on my apple tree for a good week it is probably about time. oh the jagger stagger.
"Yesterday... I strolled a little beyond the glade for an hour and a half... At last i feel asleep on the grass, and awake with a chorus of birds singing around me, and squirrels running up the tree and some woodpeckers laughing, and it was as pleasant and rural a scene as ever i saw, and i did not care one penny how any of the beasts or birds had been formed "
Charles Darwin writing from Moor Park to his wife Emma.
These women, a pair of best friends, produced something i loved, the 3191 of mornings/evenings, after moving 3191 miles apart they both took a photo every morning/evening and then published them next to each other to document their activities that evening, there are beautiful moment of synchronicity, and opposition. An idea i wish i had had for my estranged bests.