Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Roads



Roads
July 11, 2011

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21 comments:

erin said...

roads! yes!

and yet i am certain
if you were to raise your eyes
you would be a man.

william, this is incredibly beautiful in ways in which no words enter.

xo
erin

Crissant said...

Dramatic, powerful...and why not romantic(?)
Send you a sweet hug.

William Michaelian said...

One thing that strikes me about this, Erin, is that it feels so much like one of my drawings. Or, perhaps more accurately, it makes me feel like a drawing. Funny, isn’t it, our search for words when they bloom like flowers everywhere around us. It’s as if we fear that once we’ve made our choice and cut them at the stem, they’ll begin to die. But words are different and must be used to live.

Yes, why not, Crissant, especially to a heart as big as yours.

Denise Scaramai said...

a wise definition!

:)

all ways 11 o'clock said...

William, this is one of those photographs i wish i had captured.
the textures and tones
the "pose" is beautiful and conflictingly hard.

a wonderful portrait.

~robert

Jan said...

Oh, William! As soon as I saw "roads", and your wonderful, and stirring photo (which I love, I thought of this poem by Robert Frost. Your photo and his poem go so well together. I couldn't find the poem in my books so I looked it up on the internet...

Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.

1. The Road Not Taken


TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Denise!

Robert, so much we do here is of the moment. A minute before my wife took the picture that this picture has become, we were in the kitchen admiring her newly made strawberry pie. After it was taken, and in spending time with it, I must have lived a thousand lives. Thank you for your beautiful compliment.

William Michaelian said...

It’s one of my favorite poems, Jan. I’m honored the photo would suggest it to you, and even more so that you’ve included it here. Thank you, and thanks for your very kind words.

BrandNewStudio said...

Great
SeeYouSoon
skizo

Jim Murdoch said...

A most striking image which I've saved and it will grace my desktop awhile after I get bored with the latest Batman film poster. (it really is a good poster).

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, skizo.

Holy skyscrapers, Jim!

Transcend Designs said...

This is a great one William,
many roads you must have travelled my friend...

William Michaelian said...

I’m grateful for them all, Brad. And as many thanks to you and return.

Theanne and Baron said...

Ahhh a picture is worth a thousand words!

William Michaelian said...

Hi, Theanne! So true when you read between the lines. Thank you.

Flowflo said...

ein gro├čartiges bild William!

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Florian!

RUDHI - Chance said...

Rasputin-Highway...

William Michaelian said...

Ha! Yes, the thought did cross my mind.

Two Tigers said...

William, this image is so much more powerful because you are looking down and also looking in! No direct eye contact needed - this is not about us, and yet it is about all of us, as is so much of what you share here.

Word verification, I kid you not: spotogod.

William Michaelian said...

Scary, Gabriella. Someone somewhere is tugging at our puppet strings.

Thank you for seeing what you do, and for saying it so kindly and so well.