ghost town spring

  • Posted April 6, 2010 by Julia Gotz Viewed 4797 times
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To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death
But what does that signify?
Not only under the ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

sems like years since it's been here

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      2010.04.17 Edited

      I too liked the self portrait. Interesting as it looks like you were taking a reflection off a mirror or glass. As I can see world spelled backwards. Love it!! :)

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      2010.04.10 Edited

      love the grain and texture of your self-portrait : )
      Atmosphere and framing of the 3rd capture are great too...

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      2010.04.07 Edited

      Very interesting post ! NIce moments, nice shots too ! Love the treatment !