tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291485436649858330.post2955879102818045545..comments2024-03-28T15:04:09.538-07:00Comments on Contemplative Photography: An encounter with existential angstDiane Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03379544317007203762noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291485436649858330.post-87481169116686807162009-08-15T10:03:49.522-07:002009-08-15T10:03:49.522-07:00I wish you were local, too; I'd love to explor...I wish you were local, too; I'd love to explore some of this, and really appreciate your observations -- it's great that you can chuckle with me, and I suspect that you're right, it is a foundation as much as it is a hard lump between me and what could keep me grounded -- Thanks for that!Diane Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03379544317007203762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5291485436649858330.post-81189558521619646592009-08-15T09:37:19.670-07:002009-08-15T09:37:19.670-07:00Forgive me for chuckling, because this isn't f...Forgive me for chuckling, because this isn't funny at all, but I am appreciating your ability to be funny in the face of serious, critical, human pain stuff. I wish you were local so we can have a face to face about this, because I find that there is lots rising up in me on the subject!<br /><br />I will at least say that when I saw this picture and you began to refer to pouring a foundation I didn't think of it as a stumbling block but as a source of support, which is what foundations are. Perhaps it is because the dog woke you early and so you saw the nuts and bolts of rebar and cement without being able to see past that to the foundational aspect. I don't know, but it's what kept popping up for me as I read your post.altar egohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11564052536173244610noreply@blogger.com