Bente Soderlind, untitled
As a Catholic in exile, I am grateful to have found a far less-dogmatic refuge in Quaker meetings, where silence is a central tenet. These suited the syncretic nature of my beliefs, and afforded somewhere to weekly “center;” to hear that inner voice, or to just mutely chant the Meow Mix jingle (“I want tuna, I want chicken, Meow Mix flavors keep me lickin…”). But as is evident this week, there are many ways to calm the din, and places to find quiet.
Last weekend I bumbled into an incredible garden where on a gray day I spent hours surrounded by a Fruity Pebbles palette of pinks, corals, and oranges. Leaving there left me in an achromatopsic funk, so next week’s theme will be “color.” Send your unwatermarked, signature-less images by Wednesday at 11:59 p.m to tim @ perfectduluthday.com — 1000px at their largest dimension — along with title (if any), and URL of your website, Facebook page, Tumblr, or Flickr stream.
Adam Johnson, untitled
Aaron Reichow, untitled
Hattie Peterson, untitled
Paul Tressler, untitled
Eric Dubnicka, untitled
Eric Dubnicka, untitled
John O’Neill, untitled
John O’Neill, untitled
Bryce Kastning, untitled
Bryce Kastning, untitled
Elden Lindamood, untitled
Dave Sorenson, untitled
Cheryl Reitan, “Last Peonies”
