Reflections

[andala]

Eventually I slid off the creaky, white cot bed upon which I lay for an indeterminate amount of time. My wings had been flattened against my back, causing red grooves in my flesh that were more itchy than painful. I set my feet down in a thin layer of sawdust, broken red bulbs, iridescent scales, and coils of maidenhair fern leftover from the

Comments

[rahulms]

kafka. good story.

[andala]

Ah, what a comparison. Thanks!

[saralicious]

I was thinking the exact same thing, especially at the beginning. I loved this, Alex! - thanks for posting. :)

[andala]

Excellent!! Thank you. :)

[minn]

I am awed at how profound and personal the meaning of this parable is, and how skilfully you have woven the quilt of words.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

Je t'aime.

[andala]

Thank you! xoxo
Actually thinking of playing with the idea more, continuing from where I left off.

[ethereal_lad]

Good parable.
When do I get to see the Little Tin Man?

wooden, not tin

[andala]

Thanks Craig. Shoot, I have not sent that to you yet. I will do that as soon as I get home today. Thanks for reminding me!

Stunning

[evilerik]

It looks like the Spirit of the Water has fallen in Love with a Mortal.

Re: Stunning

[andala]

Hehe, in myths you usually hear such an idea as occurring the other way around. I suppose the best thing is if it works both ways!

[evilerik]

*nods*

Some Fairy Tales do have happy endings.

All the man in the Kafka story needed was someone to reach out to him.

Fairy Tales and Happily Ever Afters

[minn]

"Love," replied the fairy. "If a man of pure heart were to fall in love with her, that would bring her back to life!"

...

The sleeping Princess was taken to her room and laid on the bed surrounded by garlands of flowers. She was so beautiful, with a sweet face, not like those of the dead, but pink like those who are sleeping peacefully.

...Now, it so happened that a Prince arrived in these parts. He was the son of a king in a country close by. Young, handsome and melancholy, he sought in solitude everything he could not find in the company of other men: serenity, sincerity and purity. Wandering on his trusty steed he arrived, one day, at the dark forest. Being adventurous, he decided to explore it. He made his way through slowly and with a struggle, for the trees and bushes grew in a thick tangle. A few hours later, now losing heart, he was about to turn his horse and go back when he thought he could see something through the trees... He pushed back the branches... Wonder of wonders! There in front of him stood a castle with

[iamkatia]

i love the dreamy old feel of the photos.
can you share how you achieved it..?

*poke*

[andala]

Thanks Katia! Actually all I had to do to these was increase the contrast. The actual effect comes from the fact that I photographed reflections on a koi pond at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden. :)