Friday, 14 July 2017

Tuesday, 11 July 2017

HOLD STILL



















“I have often wondered whether especially those days 
when we are forced to remain idle 
are not precisely the days 
spend in the most profound activity. 
Whether our actions themselves, 
even if they do not take place until later, 
are nothing more than the last reverberations of a vast movement 
that occurs within us during idle days.

In any case, 
it is very important to be idle with confidence, 
with devotion, 
possibly even with joy. 
The days when even our hands do not stir 
are so exceptionally quiet 
that it is hardly possible to raise them 
without hearing a whole lot.” 



































Sunday, 2 July 2017

SEASIDE














































































a walk to the beach
in a small seaside town.
it was nippy, 
but she dipped in,
while the rest of us kept an eye 
on her silhouette 
in the glistening waves. 


we walked back,
the winding streets
thick with the scent 
of lilac & honeysuckle.



x


























Thursday, 22 June 2017

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM




































































"I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
where oxlips & the nodding violet grows,
quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
with sweet musk-roses & white eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
lulled in these flowers with dances & delight."








Wishing you a magical midsummer.











words: William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
garden images taken at midsummer time in Provence
portraits of Ani, loveliness inside & out.)




















Sunday, 18 June 2017

GHOST OF JUNE
















"ghost of june,
i will always find you everywhere ~"












"in the madrigal of anastasia lilies;"










"the henna dusted tresses of twilight
spread over the baroque bed
of sleepy highways
tapering into a sheet of dust;" 











"in the shadows that junipers tattoo
over chiming brooks;"










"in the clairvoyant racket of ravens
promising the sylvan vagabond's homecoming."












images from an intoxicating drive on a weekend in June. 


x


















Monday, 12 June 2017

PIVOINE






















"The artist is the confidant in nature,
flowers carry on dialogues with him
through the graceful bending of their stems
& the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms.
Every flower has a cordial word
which nature directs towards him."


~ Auguste Rodin























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