tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575779461416863859.post3164230507217267091..comments2013-08-03T23:20:02.137-04:00Comments on Cozy Toes: Bird BrainJennifer Audettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10952942841312752241noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575779461416863859.post-2578720079706421532011-09-18T00:38:12.292-04:002011-09-18T00:38:12.292-04:00Thanks for getting it, M. I knew you would.Thanks for getting it, M. I knew you would.Jennifer Audettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10952942841312752241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575779461416863859.post-78802865737336374072011-09-17T23:07:43.191-04:002011-09-17T23:07:43.191-04:00You know, right now, the eerie nature of things in...You know, right now, the eerie nature of things in post-Irene Vermont aren't easily described. But somehow, between the photos and your journal entry, you have captured it. And for that reason, I actually feel calm. I feel like I am not alone in the strangeness that was once home. That moment when Dorothy Gail opens the door to her house and steps into the colored world beyond ---which is real?--- it's like that right now, but in reverse. Great swaths of green pasture are suddenly grayed-out like old photos. Everything feels upside down. Everything seems to have vanished suddenly, quite like your cardinal, with colorful remanants here and there; like feathers. It's a strange time.<br />And then there's the leaf imprint. It reminds me of the amber we were talking about.<br />Thanks for your essay, and your photos. The mud line truly captures how I feel right now.michaelanoreply@blogger.com