This one was taken by candlelight, which is why it’s underlit. I put an old lace curtain panel over the mirror behind her, to soften it. She’s a little dirty and the pigment has worn off her in patches, because she spent years outside.
Day: January 17, 2008
Violets Yet Again
This one is a little different from yesterday’s. The colors are cooler, and I used more flash. The downside of that is that there is a shadow in the lower left corner, but the fun side effect is that the tiny little hairs on the blooms sparkle like glitter. They look like they’ve been dusted with flecks of mica.
The Automatons
The Automatons
(a found poem)
More valuable than anything else,
his own desire for becoming.
The work and the excellence,
The common instincts of humanity
regarded as the highest virtue
And in the duties of tradition and custom
A convert denied
that destiny ruled his life,
Rejected demands and expectations
To devote himself
to the obstacles that were within him.
Only those who dared
could claim their autonomy.
red paper boat 