Alchemy of mid-winter. Summer concealed in fallow fields. Winter congealed in the mud and slush. Days which are mere moments, mesmerising in their fleetingness. Light is precise, and shadows incisive. The Very Rich Hours, incantations recounting the marching of time, reciting rituals, as seasons slide past. A journey south into snow. A journey north into severe gales under glowering sky, uncannily warm air quickly supplanted by terrifying winds tearing things apart. Time passes.
Images ... Otago, July 2009, JB
5 comments:
Love the second photo, Jacky. And the words that go with it. Hope you are well.
hello! :-)
b.
Thanks Billoo, much appreciated ... still hibernating down under ...
in love with your book of hours... and b is right, the second photo is just... fabulous.
so strange to think of you hibernating when we are dying here by 38C in the shadow...
Thanks!
Yes, looking forward to thawing out, counting the days, thus the Limbourg-esque meditation on seasons ...
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