[A white
fortune cookie paper with black text on the front and an icon of a bee. It
reads: It’s time for you to learn to dance in the rain rather than wait for
sun.]
In 1962, photographer Diane Arbus arranged to take a small series of photographs at Disneyland. These three images were the result.
Top: A Castle in Disneyland, Cal. 1962
Center: A Rock in Disneyland, Cal. 1962
Bottom: Rocks on Wheels, Disneyland, Cal. 1962
In her notes taken that day, Arbus wrote:
“There are wonderful pseudo places at dawn in Disneyland, ruins of Cambodian temples which never existed, false deserts littered with bones of animals who never died; like a shrine for unbelievers. And black swans swim in the moat of a castle which looks like the advertisement for a dream.”
Francis considered all nature as the mirror of God and as so many steps
to God. He called all creatures his “brothers” and “sisters,” and, in
the most endearing stories about him, preached to the birds and
persuaded a wolf to stop attacking the people of the town of Gubbio and their livestock if the townspeople agreed to feed the wolf. In his “Canticle of the Creatures”
(less properly called by such names as the “Praises of Creatures” or
the “Canticle of the Sun”), he referred to “Brother Sun” and “Sister
Moon,” the wind and water, and even “Sister Death.” He nicknamed his
long and painful illnesses his “sisters,” and he begged pardon of
“Brother Ass the body” for having unduly burdened him with his penances.
Above all, his deep sense of brotherhood under God embraced his fellow
men, for “he considered himself no friend of Christ if he did not
cherish those for whom Christ died.”
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