Saturday, December 21, 2013

Nocturnal Visitor

Я помню ночь на склоне ноября.
Туман и дождь. При свете фонаря
Ваш нежный лик-сомнительный и странный,
По-диккенсовски-тусклый и туманный,
Знобящий грудь, как зимние моря...
-Ваш нежный лик при свете фонаря.
И ветер дул, и лестница вилась...
От Ваших губ не отрывая глаз,
Полусмеясь, свивая пальцы в узел,
Стояла, я как маленькая Муза,
Невинная-как самый поздний час...(ц.)

Sun Sets, I Print

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Cosmic Egg

One egg's lower half transformed
And became the earth below,
And its upper half transmuted
And became the sky above;
From the yolk the sun was made,
Light of day to shine upon us;
From the white the moon was formed,
Light of night to gleam above us;
All the colored brighter bits
Rose to be the stars of heaven
And the darker crumbs changed into
Clouds and cloudlets in the sky. (c)

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Rememberence of Winter Past

“With constantly metamorphizing material such as water, or clouds or ice, or light on cellophane and similar materials, the infinity of forms and shapes, reflections and colors suggest all sorts and manners of emotions and tactile encounters and intellectual speculations that are supported by and formed by the material but which maintain an independent identity from which the photographer can choose what he wishes to express” M. White