Monday, January 17, 2011


Evelyn: The unknown exists in the nooks and crannies of my existence, in the reality I believe my life to be—and it is what I don't know that can scare me, exhilarate me, make me curious, or even shut me down... what I think will be a picture, may not be... what presents itself as an unexpected message whimsically re-written over the veins of my life... an encouragement... such is that brilliant unknown.

Monica: What is the source of life, really? By what grace does this little green plant spring up from the earth, dewy and ripe for blooming—in January, no less? Contained within the bud is an infinity of buds and seeds and future plants that have yet to grow. Something so ordinary becomes an utter mystery, wholly unknown.

1 comment:

  1. Very inspiring thoughts. Great pictures, too.