a notebook that i began one summer in ysleta, tejas, ept. it continues east, following the course of el río grande~bravo to El Valle and into the gulf of méxico...
That is a beautiful picture. Not the most creative response, I know, but it's 12:30am and I haven't been sleepy that well.
thanks. i forgot to add title: the rio bravo at sunset.
I suppose what really attracted me to the picture was the purpling sky as the sun lowers itself into the earth's cradle--grave (I suppose the more morbid self would say)--and how the leafless trees reach up towards the sky, as if in desperate need of hope and faith. I think it also gets me because in all those lit classes I took, water always stood for death (natural or metaphysical) but sunsets always promise a new beginning. Or...perhaps, I'll stick to my original comment and say it's just a beautiful picture.
i like the symbolism... fits how was feeling when i posted it. muchas gracias.
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