Monday, November 25, 2013

Sunday, November 17, 2013


Lately, I've been digging up some old pics.
I haven't spent much time taking pictures this last year, or at least, not too much working on them and posting them, this is making up for it.

These are from an adorable monk seal, three years ago in Brest (Brittany). The animal seemed to play with the camera as a model would have.

The peace of wild things

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

- by Wendell Berry (from Gillian's Tumblelog)

Friday, November 15, 2013

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

'Sonnet 73' by William Shakespeare

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Welcome Sinay!

Monday, November 11, 2013