Sunday, October 24, 2004

Moved to uncontrollable tears in the forest, I pause to take a photograph: early fall afternoon


As an internationally renowned photographer, I travel take pictures of thousands--hundreds of thousands--of things a year. No recent object has moved me as much as Natural Environmental Object Artist Michael Murphy's stark rock forms.

I am not sure what the name of this particular piece is (he may fill me in on that), but I know that it is a sweeping vista of our age, a kinetic and boundless portait of a modern society in flux. I am sure it is for sale, and equally sure that not one of us could ever hope to afford it. I drink my cognac now, in silence.

# posted by Michael : 9:05 PM
Comments:
me like rocks. rocks nice. big rock have little rock on top, and little rock have other rock on top. me feel fear, and funny crawly sensation on elbows. rocks.
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 3:24 PM
 
I applaud your brilliance as a photographer: you captured them rocks in nothing short of virtuous affection. Once again, you are my hero.
# posted by Blogger Murf : 5:17 PM
 
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