...because she had no speech.
Her eyes were the colour of distant love,
her twin arms were made of white topaz.
Her lips moved, silent, in a coral light...
Entering the river she was cleaned,
shining like a white stone in the rain,
and without looking back she swam again...
~pablo neruda - an excerpt from the fable of the mermaid and the drunks[link]
a shot [link]
of a wonderful sculpture on Canyon Road in Santa Fe, New Mexico. I've never really known what to do with it. So I tried this texture [link]