This was a box of tiny little turtles (see how big the flowers are?) that K. found as we were walking through the big market in Vagzlis Moedani this spring. I wish we'd gotten a picture of the guy selling them -- he was a scraggly, grizzled old guy with a cigarette dangling out of his mouth, completely at odds with the pretty scene inside the box.
And she who is born,
she who sings and cries,
she who begins the passage, her hair
sprouting out,
her gums budding for her first spring on earth,
the mist still clinging about
her face, puts
her hand
into her father's mouth, to take hold of
his song.
—Galway Kinnell The Book of Nightmares
Friday, August 17, 2007
Foto Time
I thought it might be nice to share a few photographs from the time that K and I were in Georgia.. with little descriptions.

This was a box of tiny little turtles (see how big the flowers are?) that K. found as we were walking through the big market in Vagzlis Moedani this spring. I wish we'd gotten a picture of the guy selling them -- he was a scraggly, grizzled old guy with a cigarette dangling out of his mouth, completely at odds with the pretty scene inside the box.
This was a box of tiny little turtles (see how big the flowers are?) that K. found as we were walking through the big market in Vagzlis Moedani this spring. I wish we'd gotten a picture of the guy selling them -- he was a scraggly, grizzled old guy with a cigarette dangling out of his mouth, completely at odds with the pretty scene inside the box.
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