The stones we threw
I hear them falling,
clear as glass, through the years
Excerpt of Tomas Tranströmers - Stenarna
(In my translation)
these are serious stones... can throw them, stumble on them, climb over them, or build with them. would you mind to add once the original swedish version of the poem too? not that I`d understand a word, just curious...
I love this image, but it frustrates me. The composition is wonderful, but I think you could make it more dramatic (high contrast, high key lighting - but it may be Photoblog's fault for flattening images). I also appreciate your translation - you make me want to read more.