
A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.
Diane Arbus (1923 – 1971) was an American photographer best known for her intimate black-and-white portraits.
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A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.
Diane Arbus (1923 – 1971) was an American photographer best known for her intimate black-and-white portraits.
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On a night of whirling snow
When every twig and star is dead
There is a house where I can go
And knock and enter and be fed
With fire and wine; and as we grumble
Winter ceases on the panes.
The outer heights of darkness tumble
Down and in upon our brains,
And sitting there so bitter-bright
We build a season of our own—
Of cynic ice and sudden white
Blasts of understanding blown.
Mark Van Doren (1894 – 1972) was an American poet, writer and critic.
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The difference between art and craft lies not in the tools you hold in your hands, but in the mental set that guides them. For the artisan, craft is an end in itself. For you, the artist, craft is the vehicle for expressing your vision. Craft is the visible edge of art.
David Bayles (b. 1952) is an American photographer and author.
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In the very early morning
Long before Dawn time
I lay down in the paddock
And listened to the cold song of the grass.
Between my fingers the green blades,
And the green blades pressed against my body.
“Who is she leaning so heavily upon me?”
Sang the grass.
“Why does she weep on my bosom,
Mingling her tears with the tears of my mystic lover?
Foolish little earth child!
It is not yet time.
One day I shall open my bosom
And you shall slip in—but not weeping.
Then in the early morning
Long before Dawn time
Your lover will lie in the paddock.
Between his fingers the green blades
And the green blades pressed against his body . . .
My song shall not sound cold to him
In my deep wave he will find the wave of your hair
In my strong sweet perfume, the perfume of your kisses.
Long and long he will lie there . . .
Laughing—not weeping.”
Katherine Mansfield (1888 – 1923) was a New Zealand writer and critic who was an important figure in the modernist movement.
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With a difference — Hamlet.
Again the bloom, the northward flight,
The fount freed at its silver height,
And down the deep woods to the lowest,
The fragrant shadows scarred with light.
O inescapable joy of spring!
For thee the world shall leap and sing;
But by her darkened door thou goest
Forever as a spectral thing.
Louise Imogen Guiney (1861 – 1920) was an American poet, essayist and editor.
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March was a month of ups and downs for me. My husband and I fled the dull weather in Sweden and spent a week in Florence, seeing the sights and enjoying the sun. Add some health problems, and March was gone in a blink of an eye.
Despite the whirlwind of travels and hospital visits, I made it a point to continue editing photos from my Kangaroo Island trip in November and December. First out are these fighting fur seal males at Admiral’s Arch in Flinders Chase National Park.
We spent two hours watching the fur seals all alone (a benefit of waking up early, no other tourists to be seen at 7am) and we enjoyed every moment. We were fortunate because the seals were quite active; the pups were playing, while the males were fighting. Most of the time, however, they sleep, which doesn’t make interesting photos.
A tender moment between mama kangaroo and her daughter, one of my favorite types of photos. I love watching and the capturing these moments of tenderness between parents and their young.
One of my favorite activities is observing animals in their natural habitats. Initially, they are cautious, as this is their instinct. However, as they become familiar with my presence and recognize that I pose no threat, they relax and go about their business. I love these moments; sitting still for hours, watching them regardless of the weather is no hardship.
A siskin from a few years ago. I still have so many photos I never edited, especially backyard birds. Some people turn their noses at them, looking for exotic animals and birds to photograph, but I love them all.
Having a wildlife garden is such a joy! Something happens every day: a woodpecker stealing hazelnuts from the squirrels’ stash, crows or badgers doing the same to the walnuts; jays and blackbirds bathing in one of the numerous bird baths; squirrels chasing each other up and the down the old oak; tree sparrows chattering in the bushes; or roe deer raiding the flower beds.
And a squirrel because I love squirrels ❤️
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