Doxology

Listener: Wooden Heart

At one time or another we've all built ourselves a wooden heart, haven't we?

If we live long enough on this earth we'll feel we have reason to I suppose.

I've found the saying to be true that the same wooden box that keeps the pain at bay,

also keeps the love out.

For me early rejection precipitated the formation of my wooden heart.

And since then life has been the tearing down and the building back up of those walls.

Being continually vulnerable is life's torturous necessity.

But I won't let these waves wash away my hopes'.

Come on let's wash each other

With tears of joy and tears of grief.

And fold our lives like crashing waves upon this beach.

Come on and sew us together

We're just some tattered rags stained together

We only have what we remember

And if a day goes by without my doing something related to photography,

it's as though I've neglected something essential to my existence, as though I had forgotten to wake up.

I know that the accident of my being a photographer has made my life possible.

Words & Photography by Richard Avedon

Sunlight's Kiss by Octavio Ocampo

Even Nature yearns to glimpse that which it has never seen

To taste that which it has never tasted.

Even Nature is desperate to experience the thing for which there is no proof of existence

But is utterly convinced

Is There.