I am the autumn in the scarlet I am the make-up on your eyes
Each time we write, we violate nature with a small, silent weapon:Sheryl Abbey, “Stopping Time,” from Voices Israel Annual Anthology (2009)
We stop, sometimes just for a minute,
to notice, consider or describe,
but the planet spins on undeterred, or maybe, amused.
The universe is uninterested in the time-stopping attempts of humans:
photography, archaeology, the study of history.
It forges ahead, concealing, burying, repeating what it has done before.
Yet this we crave:
to suspend a moment in this cell-splitting, tectonic-shifting,
to feel like we really are here.
Beauty and beauteous words should go together.George Herbert, The Forerunners
Au jour le jour f/w 2014
my godfather took this picture some years (1998) before he died of cancer, he loved photography so much even when he was in hospital he used to carry hes camera.
ive got tones of pictures but this one its kinda special, the woman reading in Rio de janeiro, shes a stranger, he stood there for a couple of minutes waiting to get the perfect angle and took the picture, when he developed it he gave me his camera (even tough i was a toddler), if he was alive, he would be one more blogger in here, he was so special, the kind of person that could see your soul before your face.
so so lovely
LATE NIGHT. favourite rift. @ynnsphilippakis 💙 #foalssg (at The Coliseum)
i am a rocket
you are an anchor