"He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg.
But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly in a tree. Then a tall tree. Then the sky.
That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing.
You'll end up looking at the sky."
"And believe me(...)_ it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty space; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear."
Truman Capote Breakfast at Tiffany's
Hi Cat. Love these photographs (and the ones in the previous post), love this book, love the Stones! :)
RépondreSupprimerPS..are the silhouettes in the photographs your sons?
Hi Judith. Always a pleasure to read you. I went with my two sons at the contemporary museum of Toulouse called "les abattoirs" (it's installed in older slaughterhouses). Here a work from Mona Hatoum " Light sentences" tempted me to read again "breakfast at Tiffany's".
SupprimerThe silhouettes In the previous post are my sons(and favorite models) : Maxime and Victor (21 and 17 years old)... The source of my daily inspiration!!!
great!!!
RépondreSupprimeryour sister always looking at the wild sky...