Well, of COURSE you could not resist a mud dive after spotting this "slough of despondent art" waiting to be explored! I grew up just across the road from a swampy field owned by my great-uncle where his pasture land sank into mud and bog, with cattails, willow trees and little dark holes where the varmints hung out, otters and frogs and rotting old logs, snakes, red-wing blackbirds. I walked almost around it to reach the fields, creek, hills, but still would leap to clods of grass to avoid sinking into mud. Next time I hike there, I'll envision you, AnaMichel, writing in the wonderful verdant green and dark, fertile mud. Somewhere in our primordial human past, don't you know there were ritual mud baths by female ancestors, just like what you were doing? I wonder why your joints were on fire, and hate that pain consumed you, but in images 17 and 21, your impish grins of triumph peeped through at last. I'll choose some of these to print, later.
Nouveauman
2021-05-23 01:51:33 +0000 UTC
This was such an amazing set. I love the abandon you have, going full tilt into mess of the mud. You didn’t care if it got on your face or your hair. Absolutely stunning and inspiring at the same time.
Douglas S. Pierce Books
2021-05-21 00:07:05 +0000 UTC
These are pretty much the words I would have written!! ❤️ can’t wait to get fully covered in various mess with you
Prana
2021-05-20 20:03:17 +0000 UTC
You are such a dirty birdie!! 🐦 that mud sludge looks like it was so much fun to splash around in. Getting filthy can be so therapeutic 🌞 and washing off in the river afterward feels like nothing else! Ugh I can't wait to come play with you in your beautiful lush habitat, it looks too gorgeous for words.