"homesteads no. 29" edward burtynsky
How there is something relentless in their fate all times,
How all times mischoose the objects of their adulation and reward,
And how the same inexorable price must still be paid for the same
great purchase.
...
Me imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature...
Finding my occupation, poverty, notoriety, foibles, crimes, less
important than I thought,
Me wherever my life is lived, O to be self-balanced for contingencies,
To confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs, as
the trees and animals do.
2 comments:
i went to see the burtynsky show at the BMA the other week. it was the shit. check it out. oh, and if the william wegman show rolls your way...that was the shit too. kitchy shit. but the shit all the same.
haha -- i love weimaraners -- they are the most perfect shade of silver.
burtynsky is awesome.
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