Category: Time

The blue space

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Looking out at the sea between blue and me, the distance becomes infinite space. The ship sets sail, the distance calls, I watch you gradually vanish into that vast beyond, on the way to another space, somewhere to the north they say, where the […]

Beyond The Clouds

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Softness, A sky full of clouds, Above the beach, above the sea, Whispering... The sea on the shore, Kissing the sand, Whispering... Breeze in your hair, Distant birds float on the wind, Softness... Rain starts falling, Sighing down to earth, Filling the footsteps we […]

Once Again

— Posted inArt, Beauty, Dark, Desire, Film Photography, Iconography, Light, Literature, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Mystical, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Romance, Symbolism, Time, Truth Beauty, We Dream, Writing — 3 min read

Once again I walk in silent rooms and gloomy galleries. Dark portraits gaze from gilded frames at tragic ghosts who walk through walls in fruitless quest to escape this place of shuttered light and time forever stilled. Where memory waits to be recalled by […]

The Dream-Life of Late Summer

— Posted inArt, Beauty, England, Film Photography, Gardens, Iconography, Landscape, Literature, Love, Memory, Metaphysics, Mystical, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Romance, Soft focus, Summer, Symbolism, Time, Truth Beauty, We Dream, Words, Writing — 1 min read

The dream-life of an imaginary afternoon, in an imaginary garden. Silent statues gaze at nobody, nobody returns their gaze. We commune with twittering birds, a consort of insects buzz and click a glittering gavotte in the quiet garden, Senses beguiled by the aroma of […]