Quito from the bus window, photo by Elie Gardner.
I almost fell out of my chair when I read the following words. The unconcealed message is extraordinarily inspiring:
“As a journalist, I’m a post processor. I don’t cry while I photograph funerals. I don’t clap when I hear a message I like. I react days, weeks later. [...]
do something different in 2008
2007 was a short year. The move from Florida to Missouri was swift and quite literally painless. Our apartment is our new home, complete with a fireplace full of firewood and a set of iron stars peering over the mantle. The light has changed from hot and harsh to subtle [...]
Little Tree, Missouri Botanical Garden
Little Tree
by E.E. Cummings
little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell [...]
My favorite pastime is letting time pass, having the time, taking my time, wasting my time, living out of time — against the current.
- French author Françoise Sagan, from Réponses
Photographer Tom McCarthy in the Post-Dispatch Studio
Dust of Snow
By Robert Frost
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
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Posted 11 December 2007
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Choose
by Carl Sandburg
The single clenched fist lifted and ready,
Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.
Choose:
For we meet by one or the other.
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Posted 05 December 2007
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contemplate the visuals in these lines dating back over one thousand years old.
Happy Thanksgiving.
From The Exeter Book: Gnomic Verses
by Anonymous
Frost shall freeze
fire eat wood
earth shall breed
ice shall bridge
water a shield wear.
One shall break
frost’s fetters
free the grain
from wonder-lock
—One who all can.
Winter shall wane
fair weather come again
the sun-warmed summer!
The sound unstill
the deep dead wave
is darkest [...]
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Posted 21 November 2007
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The Human Seasons
by John Keats
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring’s honied cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto [...]
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Posted 19 November 2007
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Street photography blog 2point8 has Henri Cartier Bresson’s “little leg kick” when he makes a photograph. Also, his intro to street photography is a refreshing primer even for the seasoned.
Finch’s “Red” is a good reminder to relax, take a deep breath, read a little and make a few images on the side, even if there [...]
A short poem to tame the evening…
X Mon. December [1744] hath xxxi days.
by Benjamin Franklin
This World’s an Inn, all Travellers are we;
And this World’s Goods th’Accommodations be.
Our Life is nothing but a Winter’s Day;
Some only break their Fast, and so away.
Others stay Dinner, and depart full fed.
The deepest Age but sups and goes to bed.
He’s [...]
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Posted 15 November 2007
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