I have some beautiful images of people who are close to me and to one another but I just came across this one of the little girl and it has taken my attention. She is still close to the ground, close to the Old Land which is Our Place and close to the start of this life on Earth. She fears little and loves Life. Everything is close. Her toes. Her fingers. The coils of the toy snake. She is no more afraid of the real snakes she encounters than she is of this plastic one. And we are close by. To guard and to guide.
and from another of my favourite poets
My nana opens windows
And gently tells
BLOGGING ALL OVER THE WORLD: OTHER PHOTOBLOGGERS : CLOSE.
Close. It’s a feeling, it’s a proximity…it’s people, it’s a place, it’s objects. They’re close.