Posted by on Sep 15, 2011 in Photographs, Sacred Experiences | 0 comments

There is no aphrodisiac like innocence.

~Jean Baudrillard 

Her silken strands of hair glistened in the sun. She smiled as I picked her up to smell her, full of shampoo and powder and bottle residue. The moment was perfect! She was perfect! In that place in time, she and I were together as innocent souls holding on to one another. There was no more perfect moment. I wanted to hold that exact scene in my head but it required concentration. And then it was gone, just like her!

She wanted down. Her life was calling! There were balls to throw and she wanted to catch too. “Do again,” she cried, “do again!” She would play in the grass, first rolling down the hill, then pulling the grass up and tossing it in the air, then eating a few of the green pieces until she was as green as the grass. “Isn’t this fun?” she would squeal! To be there again would be magic.

 ~Bonnie Cranmer

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