Love, not war

This entry is part 14 of 16 in the series Postcards from a Conquistador

Poem: 'Their cruelty to one another is astonishing. Yet even as they torture an enemy to death, they call him Uncle, Brother. In this way I learned it's true - you can love your enemy.'

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  1. The image is astonishing too, the archipelago spots and the eye looking back through the ring finger.

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  2. Yes, as Hugh said. It could even stand alone under that title and speak millions. I think I’ve seen that hand here before, Dave. it also reminds me of some of my own work too!

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  3. I would say the visual is more arresting than the text. The frost with the hand print in it–just how that print was made speaks to the theme, a human heat melting through the cold. To me it is like a defiant vestige of humanity trying to break through the cruelty of torture. Interesting that the print allows us to see through the frost, but the barrier and imprisonment nonetheless remain.

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  4. Thanks. I have posted the image sans text twice before, once at the photoblog (where it’s my all-time most-viewed photo) and once here, in a post called “Self-Portrait in Proverbs.” I’m not sure it was the best image for the poem here, but I was too tired yesterday to look for something more appropriate.

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