February 20, 2013

Only Happy When It Rains

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.

I am not cruel, only truthful‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.

It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

~ From Mirror by Sylvia Plath


  1. Off beat and great photos! Thank you for chiseling the "I'm only happy when it rains" song into my skull. I'll be singing it all night!

  2. What a fun study of the intersection of rain on window screens!

    I love the concept and the images.

    At least one doesn't have to go far, in theory, to find one's subject matter on a rainy day.

    No screens in this parallel universe, so good you captured your while you could.

  3. I love these...they are so fascinating to look at and think about. Like a mosaic, or the back of a Persian rug. And there is a sense of mood that comes through, and the physics of it all...I find it mesmerizing to stare out the window at the rain...and it is always provocative of feelings that range from hope and happiness to melancholy and aloneness. Both you and Roxana recently have made water your subject, in a way. And while the approaches are different, both have a similar dreaminess to them.

  4. Oh gosh, The Mirror when read with my healing heart says so much to me. The photos are so like you; shimmering with knowledge and letting something different and off-beat wash a partition.


  5. I once wrote:

    Upon further reflection . . .
    The mole is on my right cheek.
    Mirrors do lie – silver tarnishes
    With age and hydrogen sulfide.
    Besides, have you ever wondered
    If the person in the puddle
    Is the one who is real
    And you’re merely his or her

    As always, your captured images reflect a superior intellect. The mystery lies both behind the raindrop-drenched screen and the camera's lens.

  6. I am smitten by the beauty contained within this page.

    The German word 'gestalt' signifies that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts--and that notion is so evident here.

  7. The grid cannot impose its order upon the free falling raindrops as they create their own paths and patterns and shinings against the screened rigidity. I could sit and watch the randomness of the patterns unfold and revel in their lack of meaning. A mirror holds no meaning, other than what we give to the image found therein.
    The second capture for me is quite the loveliest, full of light and unexpected freedom.

  8. What a great subject. I'd never have thought of that combination of metal and grid vs. water and flow. And even more emphatically, I'd never have thought to combine it with Sylvia's poem, which I've loved (and been chilled by) for a long time.

  9. This is such a cool set of shots!

  10. A really sensitive post..a chosen moment , like a piece of quiet music..for me it's like a soft "Reveries"..

  11. I just scrolled down from the wood rings in muted color to this series of squares apon square of silver on silver - And a poem that embraces a mirror. A square mirror "the eye of a little four corned god" - dang girl! excellent. These two groups work so well together

  12. i have returned many times to contemplate these, silently... they make me quietly dissolve, on the edge between I and everything...

  13. Something ordinary becomes something amazing when you are around to photograph it. Brilliant!