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9:12pm January 20, 2015
This is possibly my favorite childhood picture ever (it ties with one where i’m climbing a tree… maybe).  We were in the woods, and my mom had put flowers in my hair and wanted to photograph them.  Meanwhile I was staring at the hillside, it was na overwhelmingly reddish-brown color and I was losing myself in that, as my mom snapped the picture.  And apparently playing with my hair.  It reminds me strongly of a photo of Donna Williams as a child where she was standing ‘staring at nothing’ and playing with her hair. My parents were inclined to describe my staring at nothing as “thoughtful”, but it was more the absence of conventional thought, and a whole lot of sensing.  I guess I like the photo because it reminds me of that time, and because (to me) the presence of that sensing mode of thought is so abundantly clear here. But I couldn’t explain why.

This is possibly my favorite childhood picture ever (it ties with one where i’m climbing a tree… maybe).  We were in the woods, and my mom had put flowers in my hair and wanted to photograph them.  Meanwhile I was staring at the hillside, it was na overwhelmingly reddish-brown color and I was losing myself in that, as my mom snapped the picture.  And apparently playing with my hair.  It reminds me strongly of a photo of Donna Williams as a child where she was standing ‘staring at nothing’ and playing with her hair.

My parents were inclined to describe my staring at nothing as “thoughtful”, but it was more the absence of conventional thought, and a whole lot of sensing.  I guess I like the photo because it reminds me of that time, and because (to me) the presence of that sensing mode of thought is so abundantly clear here. But I couldn’t explain why.

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