Each thing organizes the space around it, rebuffing or sidling up against other things; each thing calls, gestures, beckons to other beings or battles them for our attention; things expose themselves to the sun or retreat among the shadows, shouting with their loud colors or whispering with their seeds; rocks snag lichen spores from the air and shelter spiders under their flanks; clouds converse with the fathomless blue and metamorphose into one another; they spill rain upon the land, which gathers in rivulets and carves out canyons…  David Abram, Becoming Animal: An Earthly Cosmology

avant-canyon-landsPhoto John Avant

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4 Responses to

  1. Barbara Estinson says:

    I was puzzled a bit while reading the quote till I got to the picture. That pulls it together for me. Thanks, Sandy.

  2. Di Anne Lewis says:

    David Abram’s quote featuring John Avant’s photo brought to mind driving up Freya on Tuesday morning:
    More than one pothole the size of a swimming pool battling for my attention and not about to retreat among the shadows any time soon!

  3. Jesse says:

    Love the black/white photo!

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