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135: Log Cabin

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Frontier wilderness, a stepping stone into the silent fray, this incongruous structure stands, like interlaced chocolate bars, waiting to melt or be eaten by the grizzly natives. Back garden or pioneer’s prairie poustinia, the point is the placement; on the edge, before the wilds, set in flailing grasses that bang their heads politician-like on the windows, or in trimmed perfect lawn, it does not matter. Only the quiet and the stillness can be heard, and the world fades.

©Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2015

 

 

131: Wayside

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Ragworted roadside, where the vagabonds and the roadkill can lay unnoticed for days, what should we do without your margins? For these borderlands are precious buffer zones, where the lost, straggling and dead-tired keep edge-dweller faith and imagine different routes. Here the mindless zooming is observed by eyes with time to ponder, and great thoughts raise their unsure heads to wave unseen like weeds in the mist.
Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2015