In the solace of mist
Rhine full of emaciated ghosts , clear faces with manic hatchets , disappointed trunks , floating flowers , agonizing masks , rustling dreams , palpitating empty baskets , plodding branches & thoughts of blithe martyrs
Like all the rivers
Late afternoon light, Cape Jack, Nova Scotia, Jul. 9, 2018.
I admit to being slightly obsessed with taking photos that have crooked horizons and squaring them to horizontal. I know there’s a notion that a cock-eyed frame makes a more dramatic photo, but it often seems to me that the result just looks lazy or sloppy, like a snapshot, of which there are plenty with crooked horizons. Here’s one where I question whether inattention to the horizon is an improvement—a fashion photo with a world champion skydiver (link below). Left, as published (in Tumblr): what’s going on?; right, with horizon horizontal: the model is now clearly arrowing toward the ground.
Autumn rose, rainy Sunday, 11/05/2017
╭☆花點時間什麼都別做,往往能瞭然一切。 Taking time to do nothing often brings everything into perspective.
you and me earth and moon
and our melting sky so full of shadows
aflame we’ll meet again quietly like this
let the world wonder our longing
we’ll tiptoe a little closer and kiss.
© SoulReserve 2018
Equation of Time II: Noctilucent Clouds at the Dark of the Moon Handmade collage. Cut Anthropologie lookbook 10/2015, p. 16, Marie-Agnès Gillot, prima ballerina of the Paris Opera Ballet and choreographer; and laser print of online image: "Pamela Anderson Vamps It Up in Saint Tropez" W magazine online, 8/2/2017, photo by Luke Gilford (https://www.wmagazine.com/story/pamela-anderson-activism-feminism-interview/amp). Tissue paper, marker paper, rubber stamp image, color marker, ink pen, and gold paint pen on a white sketchbook page, with artist and studio seals. ~7.5x10 inches (~19x25 cm), 10/8/2017.
A non-sorted terrigenous deposit of large clasts in a matrix of fines.
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