# 3 ~ all different / but the same

I have been watching it. On everything it falls. Moon-eyed and restless, ever moving, ever washing us with its long cycle: rain. Globes in ferocious gallops hurling into an unknown to be broken, dismantled around our dirty hands; yet each single note is still the same long song, sung around and around us as we too hurl, our watered globe ever ready to break apart within this fractal of existence.

Nota bene: FYI, even though the writings on today's and yesterday's entries do relate (in a fashion) to the pictures which accompany them, they were not written with the pictured referents in mind. And, furthermore, the intent of the pictures + words project is to deliberately avoid matching words and pictures which could be obviously related to one another.

In fact, it is quite probable that the pictures and the words will be presented in entirely separate sections of the book or an exhibit. They appear together here as merely a work in progress and to (hopefully) instigate some comments or feedback about the project.

Comments

[Larry]

I am liking these writings and pictures.