Cathy, I’m lost,
by Steven McCabe
Cathy, I’m lost, I said though I knew she was sleeping
And I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why
(Gore Vidal, Tennessee Williams, JFK)
lyrics Paul Simon, America
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thank you for this
You’re welcome. How I felt last night. Still do probably.
Your images have a way of evoking such haunting moods. These leave me feeling I’ve been visiting a strange foreign land that’s oddly familiar.
Thank you Jeanie. That’s sort of exactly how I was feeling. At first I had the photo sitting on some kelp in the Irish Sea, very green, a bit surreal, but then I wanted something with some translucence and ‘intersecting.’ Maybe ‘intersecting translucence’ + historical loss creates a haunting feeling. Again, thank you very much.
I’m haunted by this image – ghosts and pink dots – the dull edges of memories…
Yes I hear you. And all we have lost. It’s felt that way, at least to me, for a long time now.