and as a bonus for the never-in-distress Eneles, who has been waiting for my new Nikon D90:
self-portrait in Empire style, with dying petunia
(first digital picture on the Bridge, from now on digital images will have the tag "D")
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
and more veiled tulips for Prospero, who watches from his serendipitous sleep, through our dreams, even when we think he doesn't
and as a bonus for the never-in-distress Eneles, who has been waiting for my new Nikon D90:
self-portrait in Empire style, with dying petunia
(first digital picture on the Bridge, from now on digital images will have the tag "D")
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To die, to sleep - / To sleep, perchance to dream ...
ReplyDelete(Hamlet, 3. Act)
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
ReplyDeleteAnd what strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confined by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands:
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
a strange sense of loss swirls about me, yet,
i will never forget the flowers you gave me that day
Really good images. Inspirational!
ReplyDeleteRobert's quote is so apt. The first one in particular has the peculiar dreamy quality of the impressionists. The play of light is utterly gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteRoxana!je te souhaite de faire bon usage du Nikon D90; un bon début les tulipes rouge et toi en belle du jour, mélange la vie que tu projettes de vivres ta liberté intelligence universelle.
ReplyDeleteSuperba ultima fotografie, Roxana! Mixul de culori este foarte placut si senzual.
ReplyDelete...prayer,
ReplyDeleteWhich pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
the tulips are sending prayers
preafrumoase vise!
ReplyDeleteRobert, sometimes this line is all that i have -
ReplyDeleteProspero
ReplyDeletea strange sense of happiness
swirls about me.
even the loss, falling upon
offering hands,
becomes light and grace.
ah, Michael :-)
ReplyDelete(thank you)
hi, Dave, so good to hear from you! i am glad you liked -
ReplyDeleteyou and your love for the impressionists, SZ :-) (i can't say i am immune to the charm of their light either)
ReplyDeletei am happy you like my tulips as well, not only my pink roses (i remember!)
:-)
Cher Allan, je te remercie de tout coeur - tu trouves toujours les mots les plus surprenants pour decrire mes photos, je suis vraiment impressionee.
ReplyDelete(moi en belle du jour, ca m'a fait rigoler :-)
Gabi, ma bucur tare mult ca-ti place!!!!
ReplyDeleteManuela, i don't have tulips right now next to me, but i have real fresia, they are sending prayers back and my dream tulips are smiling -
ReplyDelete:-)
(thank you for the article, a looot to talk about :-)
AHHHH
ReplyDeleteora25!
in sfarsit!
:-)))
unde sa ma ascund de bucurie
Nagyon kellemes sorozat! Tetszenek a tulipánok. Az "Önarckép" szuper elegánsan gyönyörűséges. Szeretem a képeidet!
ReplyDeleteA visit here is always a falling into beauty beyond words.
ReplyDeletebreathing color into cloth, stitching dreams, raw silk futures.
ReplyDelete(has Prospero broken his wand within us? Or is it Him, all along?) Choice.
oh I thought it was the D for Delicious Diagonal ---
ReplyDelete(and this is all so deliciously decadently velvety)
What a contrast.. a Lady in Red.. you..r.. more reddish than the blood just from the heart..
ReplyDeleteWere that all maids that walk this Earth be thus dressed ; perhaps romance and art could reign on this planet of ours... a lovely portrait, and lovely flowers...
ReplyDeleteFőfüge, thank you so much for your kind words! i am always happy to hear from you...
ReplyDelete(and a big 'thank you' for Google Translations, in case anyone here imagines i can speak Hungarian as well - no, i don't, despite my endless curiosity about languages :-) which is really a pity)
dark S.: but a gentle falling, isn't it? oh, perhaps not always gentle, now that i think about it... and it is good so.
ReplyDeletemansuetude, you gave me the perfect poem to go with these images:
ReplyDeletebreathing color into cloth, stitching dreams,
raw silk futures.
oh.
ahahah, ffflaneur!
ReplyDeletei wonder which would be the perfect way to savour your description, hmmm. i think i need a deliciously decadently velvety drink, to dream and dive into days dimly gone...
any suggestions?
(it`s the best i can do today, in a hurry :-)
is this why you've got those sunglasses on, Peter, to protect from all that redder-than-blood red? :-P
ReplyDeleteOwen :-)
ReplyDeletewhat can i say, other that i totally agree, my 19th century tastes make me woefully unsuitable for our post-modern life :-)
mr.. my sunglasses are just fake..
ReplyDeleteAs a matter of fact..
I am blind.. already!
:-pp
Rosul acesta, mai intens ca de obicei dar atat de specific tie,ma hranesc cu el!
ReplyDeleteEdith, ce ma bucur ca esti flamanda de el :-)
ReplyDeleteso beautiful!
ReplyDeletethank you, dear Marius! :-)
ReplyDeleteSuch powerful and beautiful images.
ReplyDelete