tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post7901426165839183802..comments2023-09-22T07:03:03.280-04:00Comments on The Clarity of Night: The Forgotten RoadJason Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14851992219298316168noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-58137431745782234852010-07-07T18:38:42.168-04:002010-07-07T18:38:42.168-04:00beautiful ... now everyone has me looking for the ...beautiful ... now everyone has me looking for the shadow!<br /><br />:-)highlandwriterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16591128523125504066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-90988201863406688222010-07-07T00:40:57.068-04:002010-07-07T00:40:57.068-04:00Dottie, that's a great way to describe it! It...Dottie, that's a great way to describe it! It does feel like that. Old and present at same time.<br /><br />Shakespeare, your images are just as vivid, if not more. And thanks for sharing that legend about Spanish Moss! I hadn't heard that before.<br /><br />Akasha, thanks!<br /><br />Laurel, your last line was especially poignant. It's strangely comforting to know that someone raised there becomes imbued with this spirit.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-20628431397570677192010-07-06T19:47:49.628-04:002010-07-06T19:47:49.628-04:00Spanish moss is how I knew I was within ten miles ...Spanish moss is how I knew I was within ten miles of home on the 500 mile Christmas time migration from college.<br /><br />I love it. It's sexy, sensual, Southern gothic at it's finest. I'm currently surrounded by it on the Georgia coast.<br /><br />This piece describes my identity, the summers of my childhood and those of my forefathers.Laurelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06120847492230531939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-12106756623655823542010-07-06T16:20:15.525-04:002010-07-06T16:20:15.525-04:00Excellent. Loved it.Excellent. Loved it.Akasha Savage.https://www.blogger.com/profile/13482147165827577180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-43414088674156878132010-07-06T10:49:27.615-04:002010-07-06T10:49:27.615-04:00Spanish moss is the stuff of ghosts. It supposedly...Spanish moss is the stuff of ghosts. It supposedly originated from a witch's hair, as a reminder of the crime committed against her. <br /><br />And the sound of cicadas is loud enough to be deafening, and one can imagine that all sorts of beings are watching, unheard, because their movements are silent when compared to the noise.<br /><br />A lot of images arise from this. Very vivid.Dr. Cheryl Carvajalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15323455180953109460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-12516923547892511642010-07-06T10:29:57.385-04:002010-07-06T10:29:57.385-04:00It makes me feel like time as stopped and the writ...It makes me feel like time as stopped and the writer is caught in that place and time... when is the time, feels old to me... of a time forgotten. Cool Jason!<br /><br />Dottie :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08688849410604429533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-71097520822732801372010-07-05T22:54:30.948-04:002010-07-05T22:54:30.948-04:00JR, now that you mention it....
Terri, I love fir...JR, now that you mention it....<br /><br />Terri, I love first lines. I like them to be really strong.<br /><br />Tabitha, I really like the effect I applied to the photo. It looks like a pastel drawing to me. Or maybe an oil painting.<br /><br />Charles, sounds like you've been there.<br /><br />Onipar, thanks! Always cool to see a comment from an old friend.<br /><br />Oddyoddyo13, and it's like all those moments somehow co-exist. As if you can slip between them.<br /><br />Szelsofa, so true. I was feeling that way again as I delved into this picture and the summer heat.<br /><br />Bhaswati, I can sense your understanding. You've walked those roads too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-21488894828561477592010-07-05T17:18:54.841-04:002010-07-05T17:18:54.841-04:00Forgotten roads are real treasures, Jason. Anyone ...Forgotten roads are real treasures, Jason. Anyone who has trodden one knows that to be true. Instinctively. Thanks for bringing one such path to life so beautifully.Bhaswatihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15397144389576029618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-13231001655139767842010-07-05T16:28:26.795-04:002010-07-05T16:28:26.795-04:00it's interesting how summer brings out restles...it's interesting how summer brings out restlessness and a need to stay still at the same time.<br /><br />wonderful description here and the photo is great.<br />in the photo i do not see any ghost, but the ambiguity is there.SzélsőFahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11600289147447182465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-36984013883024848372010-07-05T15:18:07.623-04:002010-07-05T15:18:07.623-04:00This makes me think of the world stopping in that ...This makes me think of the world stopping in that one moment, and wondering how many moments passed before that one?<br /><br />Excellent. :)Oddyoddyo13https://www.blogger.com/profile/05557994037779209704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-28651121044044477072010-07-05T12:53:09.707-04:002010-07-05T12:53:09.707-04:00Very cool. I liked this quite a bit.Very cool. I liked this quite a bit.Anthony Rapinohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11581208296144295224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-56070439580190549402010-07-05T10:52:02.897-04:002010-07-05T10:52:02.897-04:00Reminds me of yesterday's walk with Lana at th...Reminds me of yesterday's walk with Lana at the Nature preserve. Cicadas in the trees. dragonflies everywhere.Charles Gramlichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02052592247572253641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-76113502986215066352010-07-05T06:39:32.407-04:002010-07-05T06:39:32.407-04:00ooh, kind of eerie photo. And I see that shadow to...ooh, kind of eerie photo. And I see that shadow too JR.Tabitha Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08196816108272065974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-70323826144352364982010-07-05T01:20:44.677-04:002010-07-05T01:20:44.677-04:00Awesome first line!Awesome first line!Terrihttp://misterri.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15498010.post-74839103210363203592010-07-05T00:57:26.737-04:002010-07-05T00:57:26.737-04:00I see a human shadow on the fence.I see a human shadow on the fence.JR's Thumbprintshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10479324326541901987noreply@blogger.com