“There is a time in life when you expect the world to be always full of new things. And then comes a day when you realise that is not how it will be at all. You see that life will become a thing of holes. Absences. Losses. Things that were there and are no longer. And you realise, too, that you have to grow around and between the gaps, though you can put your hand out to where things were and feel that tense, shining dullness of the space where the memories are.”
H Is For Hawk
If I have neglected to say that the next book you read should be Ms. Macdonald’s H Is For Hawk, my apologies. Not since I read Bolano’s The Savage Detectives has a book grabbed me with its content, writing, emotion and sheer brilliance as this one did.
This week’s photo challenge is Intricate. H Is For Hawk, while “simply” written and very accessible is the most intricate book I have read in years. The depth of the intelligence, emotion and knowledge is extraordinary.
My photo does not live up to it. Nonetheless here, direct from Mexico City is La Virgen De Dolores:
Other intricate POV:
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Next week is our theme again, so I hope you have all been getting out and taking lots of photos of fences. I have to work out what I am going to do as well. So many different types of fences to take photos of. So, again, you don’t…
Lightroom CC/Lightroom 6 was just released last week. One of the key upgrades is a significantly better, faster panorama feature. I spent some time playing with it today and I do have to say that I am impressed both with the speed and ease of the function but also with its ability to stitch together multiple shots that were not really intended to be one.
This is from five shots taken from the Staten Island Ferry.
We embody the spirit of motion.
We’re bodies in motion. We’re bodies in motion.
We dig down in the ocean. Swing up to the stars.
We own the moon and the earth. We’re masters of Mars.
We’re bodies in motion. We embody the spirit of motion.
Our ancestors cowered in caves
Afraid of the dark and the thunder.
Wrapped tip in black magic and rage
They were slaves to their hunger.
Now we fly across mountains in planes
We know aII about time and big numbers.
We’re bodies in motion.
We embody the spirit of motion.
2nd response – here:
“I can calculate the motion of heavenly bodies, but not the madness of people.”
This week’s challenge is motion.
I went digging in the archives and came up with these two varieties of motion on the river.
Other movements for your consideration…
“Summer makes me drowsy,
Autumn makes me sing,
Winter’s pretty lousy,
but I hate Spring.”
– Dorothy Parker
It was such a beautiful day and evening here in New York, so utterly spring like. As I type this “weather.com” tells me the temperature is a balmy 44 degrees heading for 38, so good for the flowers.
The forecast says it will rocket up to 50 degrees F (that is 10 Celsius for the rest of the world and 283.15 Kelvin for you nerd photogs out there…) on Friday.
Without further ado I give you SPRING!
I was in Brooklyn at The Gowanus Canal yesterday. Today, in honor of Earth Day, a man spent an hour swimming in it…
The man’s name is Christopher Swain. In 2004, he swam the entire length of the Hudson to support clean water. He is a man who puts his body where his mouth is…
My day was not so adventurous.