Thursday, November 22, 2007

a church at godstone


stuff

In Tenebris by Thomas Hardy





Wintertime nighs;
But my bereavement-pain
It cannot bring again:
Twice no one dies.
Flower-petals flee;
But since it once hath been,
No more that severing scene
Can harrow me.
Birds faint in dread:
I shall not lose old strength
In the lone frost's black length:
Strength long since fled!
Leaves freeze to dun;
But friends cannot turn cold
This season as of old
For him with none.
Tempests may scath;
But love cannot make smart
Again this year his heart
Who no heart hath.
Black is night's cope;
But death will not appal
One, who past doubtings all,
Waits in unhope.

an illustration from a favourite author, her birth certificate, & herself with relatives




Saturday, November 17, 2007

fortnum and mason windows on a less windy night than last time (i)





it seemed worth going back, with a less shaky tripod, to try to get those textures, but you really need studio lights and no plate glass