Photography – Page 3 – Stories from A Closet of Errors

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow

I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.

I learn by going where I have to go.

References

The Waking By Theodore Roethke

With people like us our home is where we are not…

References

F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

Come what sorrow can

It cannot countervail the exchange of joy

I still have no words of my own.

Sarajevo, Blagaj and Mostar (April, 2017)

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”

Lewis Carroll

Ilidža, Sarajevo (this morning)

Rome, May 2011

It took me over a year to realize that “Death”was posing for me.

Morning routines

Coffee at the greenhouse around the corner

Growing pains

If time stood still, maybe I would have enough space to understand

Wish

The childhood of Cain

What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but is the body of the soul.

Oscar Wilde, A House of Pomegranates

A Infância de Caim (The Childhood of Cain)

António Teixeira Lopes, 1890

Museu Nacional Soares dos Reis

Shadow

This is not solitude, ’tis but to hold

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To sit on rocks, to muse o’er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest’s shady scene,
Where things that own not man’s dominion dwell,
And mortal foot hath ne’er or rarely been;
To climb the trackless mountain all unseen,
With the wild flock that never needs a fold;
Alone o’er steeps and foaming falls to lean;
This is not solitude, ‘tis but to hold
Converse with Nature’s charms, and view her stores unrolled.

But midst the crowd, the hurry, the shock of men,
To hear, to see, to feel and to possess,
And roam alone, the world’s tired denizen,
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless;
Minions of splendour shrinking from distress!
None that, with kindred consciousness endued,
If we were not, would seem to smile the less
Of all the flattered, followed, sought and sued;
This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!

George Gordon Byron

Photo: Flying to Poznan, June 2016

Solitude

“No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.”

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J.P.Gaultier robe gaine 1985

Christian Dior Bar Suit (1947; reproduction)

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In Retrospective, a cinematographic year without the scent of time. I have accomplished nothing. I kept zapping.

References

Haruki Murakami, After the Quake

Byung-Chul Han, The Scent of Time

Maybe it could be different

It’s Not This Time of Year Without… insane traffic, crowded shopping malls, the premature stress of shopping and last minute to-do lists enhanced by premature decorations,accelerated consumption, marketing created traditions, the same songs playing in loop, awkward get-togethers and the promises that next year, yes, next year it will be different.