McNeney
a slight pelvic misalignment
I too but signify at the utmost a little wash’d-up drift,
A few sands and dead leaves to gather,
Gather, and merge myself as part of the sands and drift.
Walt Whitman – As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life
Here is a druid’s dream, the merging of limb and limb, of wood and flesh, each with its own singular beauty. It’s a prophetic dream, the smoothness of youth intertwined with the ruggedness of age, a reminder that change comes to us all. A reminder that age is implicit in youth, that it exists there awaiting its turn to emerge, and that it has its own form of sinuous grace and pagan appeal.
There’s a wondrous symmetry at work here, a harmony Whitman…that heathen poet of dead leaves and sand and wash’d-up drift…would appreciate. And if you sit quietly while looking at this image, you’ll hear the grand sweep of lapping water in your ear, indistinguishable and inseparable from your own pulse.
Editorial note: More photographs from the portrait of myself as driftwood series may be viewed here.
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