Sunday, 10 August 2014

Idea of Order at Key West

If it was only the dark voice of the sea that rose, or even colored by many waves; If it was only the outer voice of sky and cloud, of the sunken coral water-walled, however clear, it would have been deep air, the heaving speech of air, a summer sound repeated in a summer without end and sound alone. But it was more than that, more even than her voice, and ours, among the meaningless plungings of water and the wind, theatrical distances, bronze shadows heaped on high horizons, mountainous atmospheres of sky and sea […] In ghostlier demarcations, keener sounds.
Wallace  Stevens

Photography A Pink Moon Camera

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xeni said...

Beautiful photos.

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