211/365: There will come a day when you won't know my name by Janine
Repeating the Resonation (Frere Jaques, Domaine)
Missed Connections in Ithaca
I think you are stunning, even in your morning crinkles.
Sometimes the curve of your back evaporates words from my tongue.
Most of all I’d like to eat some strawberries with you,
from somewhere up high so we can gaze down at the world.
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
I find this self-portrait from Janine so graceful yet slightly dark and haunting. The curves gently mimic a landscape of mountain peaks and open skies but the tone is almost as somber as the title (or perhaps the title is coloring my view…). Either way, I find the words and the image beautiful in their own distinct ways that resonate nicely together.
