Quiet streets, New Year’s morning 2018, Maplewood, NJ.
@istiyorum gökyüzünü simsiyaha boyamak: Thank you. Danke. Merci beaucoup. Gracias. Gracie!!
Bristol Cove, Highland Lake, Winstead, CT, 11/26/2020
I catch your scent,
Am breathless.
I hear you whisper,
Am speechless.
I dream of you,
Am defenseless.
Come morning,
I am bereft.
I cannot hold you.
@soulreserve
I’ve held on to you
In fists-full
In breaths-full
In dreams-full
© SoulReserve 2018
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.
A non-sorted terrigenous deposit of large clasts in a matrix of fines.
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