This usually occurs at the moment when my head hits the pillow at night; my eyes close and … I see imagery. I do not mean pictures; more usually they are patterns or textures, such as repeated shapes, or shadows of shapes, or an item from an image, such as grass from a landscape or wood grain, wavelets or raindrops … transformed in the most extraordinary ways at a great speed. Shapes are replicated, multiplied, reversed in negative, etc. Color is added, tinted, subtracted. Textures are the most fascinating; grass becomes fur becomes hair follicles becomes waving, dancing lines of light, and a hundred other variations and all the subtle gradients between them that my words are too coarse to describe.  Oliver Sacks, Hallucinations

avant-old-woodPhoto John Avant

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  1. Barbara Estinson says:

    The picture looks to me like a piece of driftwood … and that brought back a memory from long ago of gathering driftwood on Wild Horse Island in Flathead Lake and taking it back to shore in a boat. Kept some of it for years. I wonder what ever happened to it.

    • Sandy says:

      Another past mystery. So many things I wonder what happened to them. Yes I think it is a piece of driftwood and what jumped out at me is the lines and texture so I liked this quote.

  2. Kathy says:

    I love the quote and the way the photo ‘responds’ to the descriptions there!

  3. Jesse says:

    Wow yeah that texture really stands out in the photo, feel like I can touch it! Man doing good Sandy keep it up, you probably have more photos than you know what to do with this year 🙂

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