Released in 2019. Not sure how I didn’t come across it until now. Forget the critics’ reviews. I Loved it!
Tag: Inspirational
A World Below – Gold Winner
New York Photography Awards, 2023, Category: Black & White Photography – Nature. Gold Winner, Eric Kanigan. See Eric’s winning submission here.
bathed the rest of the world in a soft apricot light
Sometimes it was so beautiful it made Raksha ache; when the sun set over the silhouettes of buildings on the far side of the bay and bathed Haga Palace and the rest of the world in a soft apricot light. She hadn’t seen the world’s beauty before now: the cobwebs glistening between the sodden tree-trunks, the clean smell of earth emanating from the ground at this time of year…It seemed to me there was a special luminosity about this place, but it might simply have been the glint on the water. Sometimes, in my mind, a hole opened up in the heavens above and an ethereal light trickled down through the layers of grey cloud and when it filtered between the trees it was like no other light. It was golden, a golden glow from another world.
— Sara Stridsberg, The Antarctica of Love: A Novel. Translated by Deborah Bragan-Turner. (Farrar, Straus and Girous, January 18, 2022)
DK Photo @ 6:15 am this morning. More photos from this morning’s walk here.
Walking. With Spyro.
Slept terribly again last night. What’s new!? I plugged in Helen Garner’s last diary in her trilogy and listened until I finally dropped off. My last recollection was her voice whispering: “In fifteen minutes I’ll be thirty-nine years old.” Her words echoing…in 15 minutes, I’ll be…in 15 minutes, I’ll be…in 15 minutes, I’ll be….
Jan Grue: “But the days slip by at an uncomfortable speed.”
Christian Wiman: “Time, that great grinding wheel of the world rolls over you…too eroded to notice.“
I walk.
The World feels like it has rolled over me, and then back again. Heavy step, heavy shoulders, heavy backpack, just all Heavy. And, Tired. Of this same track. Same trees. Same hut. Just more of the Same.
It’s now been 1,268 consecutive (almost) morning walks at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.
I’m about to turn back – HAD ENOUGH – and I see them in the distance. And here they come.
Think Pegasus without the wings. This dog could fly. How many times have I seen these two on this track? Go introduce yourself! Go say hello! Do it!
Continue reading “Walking. With Spyro.”Monday Morning Wake-Up Call
I was trying in this dream to compose a sentence that would encapsulate the existence of this plant: its flowers were an explosive red, it grew with vigour, its branches sprang out from its stem in a satisfying, meaningful shape. The fact that it grew on the very rim of nothingness was of no concern to it. It grew, it was firmly rooted, it blossomed, it was.
— Helen Garner, One Day I’ll Remember This: Diaries 1987–1995.
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Photo by Alexander Grey on Unsplash