exposure

I think poetry is the sound made by the outward breath of the soul. And I think photography doesn't only show us what one eye sees, but allows us to look back through that eye into the soul of the photographer. We are more than naked, we poets and artists and novelists and sketchers in the afternoon light : skin and secret places tell nothing important about us compared with our songs and scribbles, our snapshots, our midnight sighs.

Maybe that's why so many of us are wild shy things, coiling in our silences or going mad in the light. We are too exposed.*

And that of course is why people love reading books, listening to music, visiting galleries. Same as they love weblogs. They want to connect with other souls; to know they aren't alone beneath the bone.

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