Unravelling the Mystery of People

From an entry dated December 17, 2015: It is surprising how naturally a person can thrive, unfold themselves progressively, a single layer of beauty at a time, like the blossoming of a bud to the stimulus of sunlight, peeping through the cracks of the concrete structure that asphyxiated their natural self. That is exactly what…

A Conversation with the Night

From January 29,2016 With shifting skies there is a twinge of longing In the crisp atmosphere Of the still night’s air In the blackened woods stand Giant trees, countless on the land their wooden bones and bony fingers The memory of one missing, lingers And though the mountain’s attention The extroverted clouds have caught quick…

Night’s Cyan Theater

“This world was realized in the cyanotypes, or blue photographs, of the nineteenth century—cyan means blue, though I always thought the term referred to the cyanide with which the prints were made. In the cyanotypes you arrive in this world where darkness and light are blue and white, where bridges and people and apples are blue as lakes,…